[ indeed, in this perfect world, there doesn't seem to be anything . . . wrong. but it's in that perfection that has lotor suspicious; perfection simply does not exist, no matter how desperately you strive to attain it. and no world is free of flaws.

no, something is wrong, here. it just lies deeper than the surface-level beauty that is the city. ]

I've seen many worlds rise and fall, and none of them have ever been perfect.

[ it's said without much fanfare, but there's a subtle weight, in the words. ten thousand years is a long time; no civilization lasts forever, and even the most perfect and idyllic creations are stomped out, eventually. in their world, it was mostly thanks to zarkon. here? lotor hasn't figured it out yet.

but he soon abandons that subject, giving her a slightly knowing look, at her talk of the races, and when lotor speaks, he sounds amused: ]

You? Not one for adrenaline?

[ please. ]

I cannot think of a single other person better suited to navigating raceways of certain death and destruction than you, but if you think you'll lose, I'll spare you the spectacle and explore them on my own.

[ #challenge :) ]