[Charles’ assurance that he would not encounter his doppleganger was somewhat heartening, though the confirmation that he does have one is disconcerting, to say the least.]

I suppose that’s for the best. Multiples would be… confusing.

[He walks with Charles because he isn’t quite sure what to do, and movement is preferable to standing still. He looks back at the structure, the Ingress. It is massive. He has so many questions, it is impossible to find a starting point. He feels a flash of anger, and clutches it like a lifeline.]

What is the purpose of all of this? Have we been exiled? Did the humans create this to be rid of us?

[Even as he speaks, he knows how ludicrous a suggestion it is. Nevertheless, he holds onto it. His anger rooting him to the ground, giving him solid footing on the shifting sand.]