His gaze shifts back to Wilhelm and his wings, continuing to frown.

"Help them, then. Give them faith. Let them worship us, until another one of us breaks the illusion or they find their own reasons, see their own omens - and then we find ourselves back here."

He should not be talking like this to Wilhelm, especially when Wilhelm's mood is shifting toward tempestuous. But Kyle sounds tired, looks tired, like the weight of all these centuries has suddenly settled on his shoulders - or he just doesn't care to mask it in this moment.

"There's no end. We aren't any different then them. We keep pressing forward."