"So what say you, Master that observed both modern day and Uruk? What worth does this current humanity have, where they waste away their lives tolling endless and meaninglessly?" Gilgamesh asked the panicked Ritsuka. The Master thought to himself, words refusing to come to his mind until something hit him.

"Everything in this world leads to soul enlightenment!" Ritsuka shouted. "There is nothing wasted about our lives!" Gilgamesh took in the words, listening until something hit him.

"Wait a minute, isn't that-," Gilgamesh muttered before Ritsuka interrupted.

"The idea you're proposing, to flood this world with Grail Mud...? That is bullshit," Ritsuka shouted before quickly whispering "Blazing," With passion in his soul, he shouted his next words. "Still humanity's heart is blazing! Even if we lose our wings, we don't need a new world order!"

"No, no, I know what you're doing here," Gilgamesh tried to butt in, but Ritsuka continued.

"You're just like us. Mankind knew that they cannot change society. So instead of reflecting on themselves, they blamed the Beasts. But they found beauty in the lives of the Beasts, and could not lie to themselves about it,"

"... Are you quoting Guilty Gear lyrics at me, mongrel?" Gilgamesh growled.

"I'm just a small part of the wooooooorld~!" Ritsuka dropped all pretenses, singing the lyric the best he could. He stared at Gil expectantly, who gritted his teeth. He wouldn't lower himself to the level of this mongrel! ... but...

"NO ONE CAN BREAK ME!" Gil finished, singing with the passion of a rock and roller. "Me-dammit," Gil muttered. "Damn that Daisuke Ishiwatari for writing such good songs," He shook his head before looking down at Ritsuka. "Surely you aren't trying to say Guilty Gear is the reason I should spare the world, is it?"

"No, no, I bet you play Blazblue," Ritsuka countered, causing Gil to raise an eyebrow.

"You dare insinuate I play Blazblue when UNIST is right there?" Gil asked, causing Ritsuka to hold in a laugh.

"How many tournaments did you have to organize in the bathroom?" Ritsuka asked, causing Gil's face to turn red with anger.

"It was only three times, and they were the finest bathrooms to be found!" Gil roared. "I bet a vanilla mongrel like you plays Street Fighter!"

"Only sometimes. I have to keep my Ryu in shape," Ritsuka muttered. "But I play a game beyond that. A game that melts all minds that dare to perceive it,"

"You don't mean...,"

"I do! ULTIMATE MARVEL VS CAPCOM 3!" Ritsuka declared triumphantly.

"People do not play that game, that game plays you!" Gilgamesh shouted. "I bet you play Vergil, Zero, and Doom!"

"Objection!" Ritsuka called out, pointing his finger at Gilgamesh. "My team is Phoenix Wright, Viewtiful Joe, and Dante from the Devil May Cry Series!"

"You dare lie to me, right in my face? You claim you win with that team?" Gilgamesh was insulted. If Ritsuka was going to lie to him, he shouldn't use such an outrageous lie.

"Fine, then you and me!" Ritsuka called out. "You and me, UMvC3, best out of 10! If I win, you'll abandon your plans and help me! If I lose, then I will help you with your plans, and then do a triple backflip into the grail!"

Gil gritted his teeth, all his buttons officially pushed.

"You're on," With a snap of his fingers, the Gates of Babylon opened, depositing a large screen TV with a PS4 and two fight sticks ready to go, two large and comfortable chairs appearing in front of them. "Prepare to lose, mongrel,"

With that, a match that would be remembered for ages begun, the fate of the entire world resting on one boy's shoulders, and his virtual avatars of a demon hunter, a TV Junkie, and a lawyer.

Truly, there was hope yet.