Cyril looked around hopelessly. He had officially ran out of anything to do. He found himself praying that something might actually come out of the pointless goose chase he had given Ryuzaki and Emily. Perhaps Riza had something up his sleeve. Cyril sure as hell didn't. Not anymore. He vaguely wondered if Rosentan knew that he had broken the shard and was purposefully staying away, or if the ki shard had simply been non-committal bs. It had truly gotten bad enough for Cyril to hope for Rosentan or Makoto or Riza or someone to save his ass. At this point, Cyril could only feel energized and desperate. There was no grief or sense of loss at the war around him. No regrets. There was no time for any of that. Cyril could only conjecture failed attempts at saving the planet. Perhaps he could escape and find out some special weapon? Cyril knew he could escape but nothing would come of it. He wouldn't leave Heaven now anyway. Perhaps there was something in the big book of secrets that mysterious woman had given him so long ago. No time to read an ancient text for answers. Well, maybe Artik would show up and bullshit his way through this. Nope, he was as dead as Cyril felt.
Well, waste time when you have none, thought Cyril with an inward sigh. "So, what exactly is the point of all this? Land? Wealth? Power? All could be achieved easier and at a lesser cost then this. Do you do it to soothe your ego? For fun? Do you quell the lives of those you consider beneath you for for sport?"