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[daemonized]

ardyn izunia.

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[congratulating]

It is, but it hardly will stop me. [ His tone shifts from the calm to a notably happier one. ] I wouldn't call it kind or good. I am helping and wishing for someone irrevocably evil be brought into existence, yet I refuse to denounce someone that has yet to do anything. I would call it a sane madness.

[ Parallel to Ardyn's own? ] I did not. In your world, you are Angra Mainyu...? [ There is a laugh beneath his question. That sane madness. So then, would Ardyn be able to answer his question? The question that he is willing to sacrifice so many lives for. ]

[daemonized]

I suppose you can make that decision for yourself.

[Strange, how open he is willing to be about this next bit. Normally he would show restraint in sharing his past with others, or at least talk about it in an annoyingly roundabout way. But with Kirei, he really does want to compare -- the idea that in some other world similar circumstances had taken place was interesting. But perhaps not surprising, given how fate likes to crush everyone under its heel.

He starts from the most suitable part. The beginning.]

I used to be a healer, you understand. A long, long time ago. I took sickness into my own body, one that was particularly nasty, for the sake of saving others. To save them from daemonification.