I really liked this one. I’m of course biased to love the first story as well, but this I think gives a lot more insight into what happened at Ktisis.
While to each their own about whether it’s convincing, I think the story objectively adds further nuance to his character. I personally always found him sympathetic, but not defensible, and this story has only reinforced that. Onto the specifics!
Oof that first paragraph. Bitterness drips from it , though I can’t lie and say I don’t relate. Theres a line to be drawn between how he felt his feelings were treated and how he felt disagreements are treated as well. Both are minimized, limited in scope and intensity, and ultimately washed away.
Some of the parts feel intensionally written to answer some of the criticisms of his character. Others were involved in Meteions creation, though it seems largely limited. Still, the fact that others knew of the plan and agreed to it kind of undermines the point that he was acting irresponsibly. It’s clear he did recognize the hypocrisy in releasing the creations, and in placing such a burden on the Meteia. Does that eliminate the problem? Not really, but it definitely makes it clear he was aware but felt his back was against the wall. Meteions report really was his last hope, and for that he was ready to give anything to see it delivered.
That throwaway descriptions of the dynamis worlds Meteion came across are very interesting. A pool of aether that resembles the aetherial sea, filled with memories, surrounded by a storm of dynamis? Metal.

Originally Posted by
Cleretic
Nothing here is surprising, though: he's still very clearly depressed and still clearly not getting the outreach he needed. There's neat info on Meteion's makeup, though, and confirmation she actually was peer-reviewed, which... frankly makes the Ancients look even dumber; seriously, how was Emet the only person to notice the problem?
Because we’re trying to apply an understanding about existence that is completely antithetical to the one the Ancients were operating on. To them life was a joyous thing, meant to be experienced and then relinquished happily without the kinds of extreme emotions that characterizes our own experiences. They couldn’t accept that the answer would be bad, because they have no reason to believe that’s a possibility.