Urgency. The Wanderers have squandered too many precious cycles dallying, meandering aimlessly without sufficient results. Frustration. The petty creatures permeate every nook and cranny of the sanctum promised to ours by the Great Creators. Awe. Sustenance is growing ever more rare and the smaller Lights cannot sustain themselves without a refuge, a shelter. This one proposes the object with the purple veil in the Forgotten Void, remote yet close to the Darklings of Cruelty carving our marrow in the hopes of learning to best us. Disgust.
Although imperfect, the need may outweigh the drawbacks. We are nimble, they are slow, preoccupied with their meaningless differences and unable to act. The Quorum must convene and cast its judgement. Entropy claims the smaller lights too quickly to hesitate. Decisiveness.