Would you rather the gods left us alone to our own devices? Yet so many turn to prayer towards their gods when they are in danger. I suppose it is natural for all of creation to be so contradictory. To turn both towards and against their creators.

[ Even he isn't entirely free from the vestiges of doubt, but he could never claim to be anywhere as dichotomous as mortal beings. Maybe Astrals and some primals as well. Free will comes with a limitless end of questions and possibilities, and just like mortals, he too is forever searching for answers that elude him.

This land seems to pose more conundrums than anything, especially when he feels so cut off from both his master and the world he'd known for so long. He's never felt this untethered before, and it's both unnerving and liberating all at once. ]

As for why we are here... I can only make a few guesses. Is there anyone I should be on the lookout for? Any friends or companions of yours?

[ An easier question to broach than anything existential at the moment, though Lucio would very much like to confront whoever did bring them here. ]