[ Well. The Archangel is right. He's nailed it so perfectly on the head that Dokja is too startled to reply at first. Yes, he's entirely selfish in his actions, but he knows better than anyone else.

It's his world. He had made it. ]

How many times, then? How many times will you destroy the world because it doesn't suit your ideal? How many lives are enough collateral damage until it becomes too much?

[ His tone grows spiteful, angered. The dream around them seems to churn at the sudden onslaught of emotions. ]