[ Julia wonders when these eggs hatch, who they'll be, if they'll have as distinct personalities as the hatchlings. They'd have to. Will they wake up to healthy parents? She really hopes so. She's already fallen in love with each of the hatchlings in their own right. ]

Ember was the Chaos god of the world there, Fillory. He and his brother created it together, but he was bored with it. Gods can just build new worlds any time they want, so he figured he could destroy it and start something new. The millions or billions of lives on it didn't factor into his thoughts.

[ With that kind of mentality, there really was no way for them to win, no way to persuade him. Especially after he killed his brother, he didn't want to keep the world they built together. Fillory's death was inevitable at that point. It was him or Fillory. ]

We did the right thing. Killing isn't easy, but I'd blacken my soul a little to save lives.

[ Her soul's been blackened by less noble actions. Julia only can wish she did it instead of Quentin. She knows it weighs on him, and she was already in a dark place where one more bad act on her part she could live with. The fact he killed Ember and they lost all magic is a heavy burden to bear on her best friend's gentle shoulders. But there was no other choice at the time.

She pauses at the question and looks down at the egg, sighing. Julia's not really keeping secrets, she's told a few people at least enough details for it to be out there, but it's hard to explain what she truthfully doesn't understand. ]

In my world? It's limitless. I don't think I can create entire worlds here, which is for the best. I was happy just creating my domain here.

[ The implication is there, about the gods and creation. ]