The young boy's expression was one of profound, almost sorrowful, benevolence.
"Violation of the natural order, my ass," scoffed the old man standing beside him, a wine gourd hanging from his belt. "You are the order. Since when do you believe in that crap?"
"But..." the young boy began to protest.
"No 'buts'," the old man, none other than Morzan, cut him off. "Going to prattle about cause and effect? He exists outside of cause and effect. You've lived longer than I have. Tell me, in all your eons, have you ever known a being from a Super-Realm... that one... to bear a child?"
The youth, caught off guard by Morzan's bluntness, could only offer a bitter smile and a slow shake of his head.
"Then stop overthinking it," Morzan said, his own gaze turning distant and somber. "Even without him, when that one arrives, won't this all just become a barren wasteland anyway?"
