Higgs stood up, brushing down the front of his trousers and clapping imagined dust off of his hands. He looks over the empty circle at Kytana and considers her words carefully.
For a moment, his resolve was shaken. Maybe the Shards did bring the Death Stranding to his world. Maybe the only reason his son was gone was the same reason he was stuck in an eternity of death and rebirth, recycled by the system. Maybe this woman was right and all he had to do was deny the shard in order for these people to help him find peace. But at what cost? He would doom the lives of those people on the fifth station. People who had counted on him unlike those he had wantonly destroyed on his journey. After 4 stations of destruction; the screams, all of the beached things in the seam, the growing number of voices in his nightmares, the deaths he lived every time he rested, it only felt right to try something new. To a rational, rooted and centred mind free from a cracked miasma of guilt and grief, these words and thoughts may have swayed him from his course.
But Higgs was far from rational. His sanity had frayed after his son's death, broken after the Shards found him wandering the beach screaming his name, and fully escaped him after his second massacre.
After a few silent moments he looked over at Kytana, his next sentence spoken through a smirk; "No. No, I don't think I will."