[ venat's answer is one meteion needed to hear. it draws to mind one specific example from her travels, not of despair incarnate like the others, but of complete and utter apathy. a star without feeling, without purpose. a star whose people had given up in a way that the others had not. ]

Unlike the people who created Ra-la. [ realizing that the name would mean nothing to venat, who had not traversed the stars the way she or the champion had, meteion adds on, ] There was a star far out in the heavens where the people had lost their emotions. They had overcome all adversity and come to a point where they knew naught of life's trials... or its joys. They held nothing but apathy and wished for death to release them. The people here, sundered though these souls are... they know immense hardship, but they also know incredible joy.

They are— [ she pauses for a few moments as she considers the best word to use, glancing up at venat with a question in her bright blue eyes. ] —stronger for it?

[ she had thought she knew everything about emotion, about joy and despair. the meteia had made the decision they had based on the limited knowledge they had gleaned from meteion's life with hermes... and their flights through the stars. seeing things differently now, she has come to realize how wrong she was, but she is still trying to wrestle with so many life concepts she never had access to previously, things not even hermes could, or would, teach her.

would that she had come to these realizations earlier, when she could have had longer to learn from someone like venat. ]