Declan watched Aoba from the edge of his vision, most of attention between that and the readouts. He knew, to some degree, what Aoba was feeling. Everyone felt it, looking back on Earth, even the Guardians technically young to the strife. Inhaling deeply, he flipped a few controls over and turned slightly in his seat.

"Earth is fertile ground, and the Traveler is a seed of hope. From that place where it planted itself, someday the whole of civilization will blossom again. Don't look and see the tragedy, Aoba. Look at what we protect and let yourself feel light-hearted. You trust me, don't you?" he asked, tilting his head and pointing out the window at Earth.

"I will protect this for you. Forever. I will protect the memories of the past and one day, your home will be full and rich again. I promise."