Pointless
The fight doesn't end with the war.
No, the enemy just changes.
Mogadorians, their beasts, corrupt humans, all of these just get replaced.
Replaced with PTSD and nightmares.
Replaced with grief and survivors guilt.
Replaced with a crushing sense of not knowing what their purpose is any more.
The end of the war wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be happy. It was supposed to be a holy-shit-we-did-it feeling of euphoria. It was supposed to be knowing their lives weren't in danger any more.
Except that wasn't true, was it? It had never been a possibility, not really.
Now that the war is over, some humans are actually blaming them for what happened. As if they had been in cahoots with the Mogs the whole time and staged the war for no reason in particular, just for laughs.
They've been banned from several countries already, and it makes them angry, they have done nothing wrong.
They spent their entire lives trying to protect this planet, and this is the reward they get. It's just not fair. They can't even leave Earth, the spaceship got damaged in the last attack and the humans who had turned to them for help now refuse to return the favour, but they get the sense they can't live here either.
Never have they felt more like aliens in their lives.
But all is fair in love and war, isn't that how the saying goes? They're not sure where the love is, because everyone they've loved they've ended up losing. Henri, Katarina, Sandor, Adelina, Hector, Crayton, Eight, Sarah, One, Zophie - the list was endless.
The only people they allow themselves to love are each other.
They slowly come to the realisation that the war is not over, that it never will be. Because it was not Setrakus Ra at the heart of it, but the rejection of moral ideals and the ability to be compassionate, a flaw found in sentient beings. This war will wage until the deaths of every living being in the universe, long after they themselves have passed.
The war their lives have revolved around has merely hit a ceasefire. True, the Mogadorians and the Loric no longer regarded one another as enemies, but what was to stop a similar event happening light-years away, with two other races, because a member - or multiple members perhaps - of one became corrupt and disillusioned.
War has been present since the beginning of creation, a form of everlasting destructive chaos, and it shows no sign of stopping.
Their war may have ended, but as one war ends another begins, as is the balance of the universe.
It's a sad, tragic truth and the Garde wonder if their fight had been pointless the whole time.
Lorien, had, at one stage been a beacon of hope in this never ending war, even if it had had it's flaws, but now that light too had become dimmed.
A war never ends, not really. Not while there are people around who remember it, remember the horrors that happened and the worse horrors that happened afterwards.
The Garde discover this in the hardest of ways, through experience, and it may be the worst thing any of them have ever discovered or felt.
