Lan Xichen runs his hand over the array he left, briefly checking it for life. It's a static marking, leaving a physical sign but as far as he can feel lacking the hum of spiritual energy connecting to anything else. He frowns, but then looks back to Broca with surprise.

"Why do you think that? If we are forgotten, then doesn't that mean we won't be let out?"

Assuming they even were brought by gods, of course, but Lan Xichen can't claim to know anything about true immortals or their business either.

"I just think... perhaps we should try to find them. That way we can ask them directly what it is they want. If they can be found, that is."