"Nothing! Everything! Null! Void! How long is a piece of string?" he says turning up his open palms like he can't come up with any more words to explain the sort of absence of an answer he means. "To deserve, as a concept, implies the existence of some kind of objective moral truth. Some metric by which I ought to be judging that. Even if—" he plants his hands as if he means to sit himself up, forgetting then instability of the balls that surround him and sinking immediately. Feet stuck out of the ball pit and head buried under it somewhere he gives up trying to right himself amidst a lack of frictive mass and just carries on. Voice muffled by balls.

"Even if you wanna say mine, like just my own personal, individual metric is the one in question here, my belief is that no one deserves anything. Ipso facto everyone deserves everything. Neither of which is a condemnation of myself or a declaration of ego. It's just like, an expression of some nihilistic belief about the universe."

He finds Kyle amongst the balls and drags himself upright with him as an anchor.

"Of course I'm trying to keep an eye on you. I don't wanna be in this dimension or any other stupid dimension if you're not in it."