"... I know. But I feel like... if the Endless are around, then people will just try to use us for war. The Empire tried, and they ended up messing up the summonings really badly. We're not even from the same world."

He crouches in the dirt, drawing patterns in it. What if things go wrong again? There's too much danger...

"Besides... it's not like we can do much anymore, I think. If the war can end, if I can bring peace... then maybe it'll stick. I don't... want people to get hurt anymore. Look at this world - people hating each other so much that they'd do anything to hurt each other. If you take away the biggest weapons... doesn't that mean they can't hurt each other as much anymore?"

Maybe it's a simple way to look at it. Maybe it's childish. But if they could stop fighting, if they could just sit and stop hating, then maybe things would be okay.