Is that your wish, Vash?

[ Neither confirming, nor denying it. A scientist to his core, Bondrewd instead chooses to interrogate the question itself, to surmise the reach of Vash's heart and pain. He folds his hands together before him, palm to palm, still and impressively calm despite having lost everything. A daughter, he had said. His existing research was not lost, as it lived within his mind, but the phenomenon upon which he enacted his exploration was gone, and thus his research was rendered useless.

Pitiable, but not the end of the world. ( Hah. ) ]

I do not mind, that my world is gone. It was a world built upon the ruins of many other worlds, and now there is a way for me to build upon the foundations that came before, once more. We have all seen the new dawn that has broken for us, and I am content to stand in its light. From what I have head, Meridian believes there is hope that all could return to their world with the power of their 'Oracles'.

[ He mentions it gently, curiously. ]

Or, you may find a way forward. Your memories cause you grief, but that grief can be used to build anew.