Originally we needed Elios to create a barrier and be physically present when we stepped onto the surface. Nothing grew. [He holds up his hand, curling his fingers slightly in an intimation of claws. His first in person sight of the apathy poison plays across his mind's eye.]

There were dark shadowy tendrils. More of them than any of us could imagine. I saw them once devour a creature. They had a kind of consciousness and appetite to devour everything.

[His hand falls, quickly flipping pages of his journal. A small sketch of the world dominates the center of the page.]

There was so much apathy that it devoured seas, mountains, the air. The world is slowly recovering but its consciousness has yet to awaken. It's weak. I imagine if, let's say Simpathis were to revive. If she were corrupt....that amount of apathy...

[How could they possibly save the world in time. He circles the gaping hole where a mountain range used to be in a section marked as Piphron's lands. There is little that's marked. They don't have enough data or explored enough for much of the global map to be given details.]

It's best to keep the hopes for a living world and turn them into the fuel by which life will return to this shattered planet. The alternative is...worrying to much about what might not even be a possibility.

[His tone is too light. Because, Komaeda is truly a pessimist and a cynic. He has a feeling that Simpathis isn't wholly gone. Her power still resides on the island. The strange waves of apathy and sympathy.]

Either way, do forgive me for speaking ill of a lady. But I don't like being given the run around with riddles that make little sense.