He's stopped alright, hovering above the ruins of the once-thriving city. It used to be filled with noise and life. Now It's just silent and dead.

"Who did this?" he asks, and his voice booms and echoes against the half-walls of crumpled buildings. "Was it them? Was it the Ten Rings?"

His universe or some other, doesn't matter. If this world is as close to his own as it's seemed so far, maybe here he didn't experience his – literal and figurative – change of heart soon enough.