"We've been here too long," Gaia shook her head. "Our minds have become too ordered. Even if we were to survive the transition, the other creatures of chaos would destroy us because we represent order."
Lyden sat, taking all of that in. It was weird to get the story of the creation of the universe from someone who had actually lived through it. He didn't know what to make of it all, but it put into perspective what they were trying to protect.
"Now you know what you're up against," Gaia said, as though reading his thoughts. "And I hope you can forgive me for doing what I had to, in order to support this world."
Lyden felt his anger rise up again. "You could have at least asked me," he snapped at her.
"And you would have denied me in order to protect your secret," Gaia replied, the hurt returning to her eyes.
"True," he admitted, "but it would have been easier to forgive you, now that I know the truth."
"You can forgive me?" she asked, hope blossoming across her face.
