Well, the speech was amusing. Homura leaned back in his chair, ignoring the spike of pain that came along with the movement as he let Brainiac 5 have his say. What was possible, and what was impossible--it was strange in a way that the boy would have such firm beliefs in his own case, yet would so quickly say that others were wrong. Regardless of the hypocrisy, however, Homura kept his reactions in check, even when he decided that with his attitude, Brainiac 5 would have made a very good god.
"And yet it was a car." Homura shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "A group of four were using the creature to head to India, across China. One of them is here, should you wish to find out more. A man named Genjo Sanzo." He imagined the priest would have a great deal of 'fun' with such an attitude. "Though if you do talk to him, you would be wise not to mention me. He hates me a great deal." The feelings obviously weren't mutual, but Sanzo was rather trigger happy. It'd be a shame if Brainiac died before Homura could find a way to use his knowledge.
Since his comments on creating a universe were seemingly unheeded, Homura let the matter go. It was another of those things that was simply true, something he had given a great deal of effort towards accomplishing. The theories were more interesting, and in their own way made sense. It explained the time differences, and why, when a person vanished and then reappeared, time could have passed for them in their world. If the first attempt was a failure, they could replace it with another, perhaps drawn from a latter time, until they got it right. If that was the case, then those who were dead in their own worlds were indeed alive here, as a separate existence. It was a simple theory that explained everything.
And it also meant that none of them had a home to return to.
Keeping that potentially devastating thought silent, Homura considered the rest. "Or when they created the copies, they altered the powers." He murmured it softly, another unpleasant thought. What if he didn't have any powers to regain, as he was? A copy of an original, altered to fit the environment he now found himself in. Again, it confirmed to Homura that this theory could not be revealed as truth--the consequences could be too much for some. Fighting towards ones own death would likely stop some from fighting at all, and numbers were too important in this place.
So he focused on the last part, the smugness returned with a well-practiced arrogance. "Not unless you or someone else can find a way to restore the powers. Theories that can't be put into practice won't free us, will they?" He was purposely antagonizing Brainiac now, to see how the boy would react. If he could light a spark in him, and drive that person to focusing on that goal, Homura would then find it helpful.
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"And yet it was a car." Homura shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "A group of four were using the creature to head to India, across China. One of them is here, should you wish to find out more. A man named Genjo Sanzo." He imagined the priest would have a great deal of 'fun' with such an attitude. "Though if you do talk to him, you would be wise not to mention me. He hates me a great deal." The feelings obviously weren't mutual, but Sanzo was rather trigger happy. It'd be a shame if Brainiac died before Homura could find a way to use his knowledge.
Since his comments on creating a universe were seemingly unheeded, Homura let the matter go. It was another of those things that was simply true, something he had given a great deal of effort towards accomplishing. The theories were more interesting, and in their own way made sense. It explained the time differences, and why, when a person vanished and then reappeared, time could have passed for them in their world. If the first attempt was a failure, they could replace it with another, perhaps drawn from a latter time, until they got it right. If that was the case, then those who were dead in their own worlds were indeed alive here, as a separate existence. It was a simple theory that explained everything.
And it also meant that none of them had a home to return to.
Keeping that potentially devastating thought silent, Homura considered the rest. "Or when they created the copies, they altered the powers." He murmured it softly, another unpleasant thought. What if he didn't have any powers to regain, as he was? A copy of an original, altered to fit the environment he now found himself in. Again, it confirmed to Homura that this theory could not be revealed as truth--the consequences could be too much for some. Fighting towards ones own death would likely stop some from fighting at all, and numbers were too important in this place.
So he focused on the last part, the smugness returned with a well-practiced arrogance. "Not unless you or someone else can find a way to restore the powers. Theories that can't be put into practice won't free us, will they?" He was purposely antagonizing Brainiac now, to see how the boy would react. If he could light a spark in him, and drive that person to focusing on that goal, Homura would then find it helpful.