A defender stands his ground.
It is an ideal, a human, Chaos forever losing a war against itself. It feels. It thinks. It struggles for a balance.
And yet it fights.
A soldier goes to meet him.
It is a drone, a machine, loyalty lost forever to the face of indifference. It does not feel. It does not think. Its purpose is to obey.
And yet it hates.
Blows are thrown, blood is drawn, but the battles never matter.
For I am the Answer.
I am the End.
I am Death. And I will come for both of them eventually.