In his youth, for the wee years of a human, perhaps the golden streets and shimmering buildings would have made an impact on Faote as he entered from a portal. The apparent shine of the infrastructure didn't impress him, so much as how eerie the vacant streets made an impression on him.
He came for answers. Or more specifically, one answer.
It's been 8 years since the fall of False Heaven, when he received his title as Heat from his late father. False Heaven itself was made as a neutral ground for all parties, of all factions, of all species. To meet under a unified banner, and come to an understanding. To stop the needless wars, the killing, and come together as one.
He should have expected that it would be destroyed in a power struggle between some faction's tantrum with another. What were you supposed to expect of children? They bicker, they cry when they don't get what they want, they war, they kill.
Still, I can't fault Halsey for attempting a Peace Conference. I probably would have done the same, though had I known what would have eventually happened... I can't deny I perhaps would want to have just killed them all myself.
Wanton murder? That's just the same as what he criticized the various dimensions of doing. Though thinking about it, he could just...
I'm sure removing all life by forcing a heat death of the universe is against some rule as an embodiment somewhere. Plus it goes against the little I've done already.
The past 8 years were not passed in sloth, though considering everything he had done before his current incarnation, it is painfully much like wasting away, doing nothing. For all his work, his Heat will make life, that life will war. That war will ultimately cease life. Life will consume life, for someone will eventually create a weapon that consumes all. It would be better to put them out of their misery now. But he can't. It's not a silly rule that may or may not exist.
Something else deep within stops him.
Finding this place in and of itself was a challenge. He had been dead before, certainly, but the two judges sent him back out into the world of the living.
Were there two judges? A black and a white one? A memory surfaced, him begging them for eternal rest to only be denied.
Focus. There's bound to be someone here. Maybe someone here can give Faote the answer he wants.