[ While he understands that sentiment, senseless destruction would bring Lucilius no closer to the answers he always so desperately seeks. There will always be the same perpetual empty chase for fulfillment for him. It's a bitterness Lucio also recognized in the new Supreme Primarch when he'd first learned of his role. He understands it is unfair for them to feel so hollow and has often himself asked why things must be this way but to no avail.

Even so... ]

You wanted to know what these insects are capable of, but you erased it before you could find out, prolonging your own curiosity. Are you always so prone to contradictory behavior?

[ He lays the insect to rest on the ground as he watches the last vestiges of life flee from its twitching wings. ]

A painting has no emotions either, but it still makes those who look upon it feel awe and inspiration. It bears meaning to them, so paintings are often restored and preserved, studied, and analyzed. This world is someone's masterpiece.

[ Much like the skydom was his creator's once upon a time. He likes to believe that some of that still rings true and that there is much worth protecting even if Lucio doesn't feel the same level of attachment to anyone in it as the skyfarers do. ]