The paladin stopped and turned around, the mage and Reaper slowly following his actions. "What's it about?" he asked and rode forwards, right infront of the centaur. The hand of the paladin was on the hilt of his sword and the hands of Reaper were ready to draw his bow and launch an arrow if the centaur would try anything. The mage was already muttering a spell that he could launch at the centaur if needed to
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan