"He's a gamemaster, silly. We're adventurers. You could go and have a drink in a tavern, and interesting stuff will happen to you. It's the way the universe works. Certain people attract interesting stuff, and someone gathered together a whole group of people like that." Deus smiled. Few people knew this, but it was a pattern he'd noticed. Many scoffed at the idea of cliches existing in real life, but he'd seen it in action too many times to dismiss them as such. Being an ancient being of pure thought and emotion had it's perks, and one was that he managed to see what was in everyone's faces. "Name one time that nothing interesting happened to you. When you run away from the action, you either go back to it, or the action follows you. When you enter a fight, the big shit hits the fan. Nothing climactic or world-changing happens without you, and sometimes it's like the entire world revolves around your own personal emotions and motivations." Deus smiled, and blew out a stream of bubbles. "Girl, this being is powerful enough to smash apart billions of universes. You really think you can walk up to it and stab it in the face? Don't be silly. It'd wipe us all out with a thought. The only hope we have is that it makes a mistake, and we're given a sliver of hope."
Secretly, of course, Deus had an ulterior motive. He really didn't have much hope for this party's chances of survival. The Gamemaster was above even multi-dimensional beings such as Beatrice. It was threatening all of reality. There was a reality for every world conjured up in human thought, and Deus knew a lot about the human imagination. Enough to know that the amount of worlds could not be counted with billions, or googles. They would be nearly infinite. Whatever this gamemaster was, if it was truly the threat it proposed to be, it would have to be nearly omnipotent, and nothing they did mattered. When facing a being of this power scale, you're screwed no matter what you do. Bob was simply interested in using the Palace of Memories to get to know his fellow companions a little more. Do a little bonding. Build up an emotional charge to the scene, maybe mess with someone. Undoubtedly the gamemaster would constantly throw challenges their way, and Deus believed that whatever it was, it most likely shared his sense of dramatic timing and story structure. He was assured in the knowledge that when they all died, they'd do so with a bang.