More and more, I do not doubt we're brought here to deal with 'something.' There's obvious enemies in the area, and I can promise you the gray's very real. If our moods bring color to this place, those things all play together.

Where I imagine they're not as honest with us is what they intend for us to do. We're tools, expendable tools that can be repaired and brought back to the field. We're here to fight their battles, either for them or beside them or beneath them. Why? That's a more open question. I don't know these fire giants and frost giants from the asgard people. We're being put on a 'side,' but we know nothing of the history, nothing of the purpose, nothing to be sure that what happens here affects all worlds.

I actually don't give two shits about my world for the most part. There's maybe a double handful I actually care what happens, and they all know how to jump worlds on their own. If they want to motivate me, telling me to save my world's not the way to do it. Those bastards can rot.

If I could get a word in edgewise with one of these jackasses... no, that wouldn't work.