"No one knows what the future brings for them," Declan replied, cutting off Ghost's prepared protest. Raising an arm to grip one of the metal frames in the ship, the Titan relaxed despite the confines.

"The Traveler died before it could tell anyone anything, but it did what it did out of love and desperation to protect humanity. We may come from the deceased, but we're no less human. We have faith that we matter as well. But...Isn't it too sad to question, Aoba?" he asked, swinging slightly on the spot before tilting his head and looking away slightly.

"Ghost and I...our parent died giving birth to us. That's what it is, in the end. Sacrificed everything to make sure we entered the world. We have to believe we're loved, too. When it all ends, we'll find out. I imagine a good many Guardians will want to rest."

"Many of us have agreed to decommission ourselves if our Guardians wish it. Then they will only have one life left, and no returning." Ghost explained, Declan reaching out and gently bumping him with a closed fist. "I will support whatever Declan wants."

"I want to go on living. As long as I have something to live for." The Titan gazed at Aoba, watching him for a moment before sniffing softly and reaching over to tap a button on the wall.