I already know what they think should happen to me, but pass. They had their chance. And I have improved, you know? To the level I'm at now.

[ ....... ]

All of that—these kinda long winded fluffy talks used to annoy me before. I'm not like my Master who's going to lead that way, even if I wanted to. If my allies want to create a new world after I destroy the current one, I'm not gonna stop 'em. It's about destruction not existence.

Because my current world is one that makes me want to crush it until there's nothing left. They created their "perfect" society and they created me. And no matter what they think or what they say, they're not blameless. Or the saints they pretend to be.

I know what I am. And if they're going to keep covering their eyes then they don't need them. They don't need anything at all! So that's what I'm going to give them.

[ Even still, it's not a shout or yell, that same peculiar weight coupled with an energy simmering beneath the surface. ]