Ah. So it's an all or nothing deal, your dear Tower. Every single death...you could have been there for ages, I reckon.

[He recalls the world crafted by that thing. It somehow suits - with great power comes a weight on one's shoulders that no one should ever bear. And somehow, Lobelia had been crafty enough to heed the pact...until now.]

[This, of course, brings up another question. He tilts his head, his voice as level as ever. He's not touching the "death brought me happiness" part. Not yet.]

...Who did you fail to kill, then?