"Was it dead before we got here? A prison, built specifically to contain our immense power? Or did we, perhaps, create it, to seal ourselves away, until this precarious, dangerous balance could be achieved? Or did we murder it in our struggle, burning away the very atmosphere and causing everything to suffocate and broil, before we purged them to ashes?" He shrugs, leaving the question unanswered; unlike before, 'all of the above' is not the choice.