[ Reborn, yes, he thinks to himself. And they'll haunt the new world, become an ugly mark streaked across its surface, curled up in the underbelly, desperate and afraid, reminders of the past that cannot be erased. ]

I have seen your version of "paradise" and I watched with my own two eyes as it failed. It was run by a madman like you, and I saw what it took to achieve that mercy and kindness.

[ He practically spits out the last word, as if the memory disgusts him, but the smug smile doesn't leave his face. ]

You cannot have a world of light and expect there to be no shadow. They exist together, at the same time, at all times.

[ Dokja's voice begins to fade. The rest of him, as well. This conversation is pointless, he knows, neither side willing to give, and so he'll begin to take his leave. He knows what side he will see The Archangel on. ]