[Naoya gave a cynical bark of laughter. It seemed like Henry had forgotten in his surge of pity. So more than anything else, it was the truth of Cain's curse that finally broke through the sorcerer's façade - that actually felt a little rewarding. As much as Naoya loathed to admit it, there was still a sliver of him that longed for his suffering to be understood. No one knew death like the dark mage, and it looked like no one feared eternity like one either.

Lifetimes would pass Cain by without anyone to divulge in or share his lot, save for perhaps the company of a trickster god who delighted in toying with him. But for all their mutual interest, Cain's heart was still that of a human's - anyone else he held dear, it only hurt more to lose.]

I sincerely doubt you could. God's far too strong for you. And besides...

[There was a keenness in his eyes again, like a dark, sheathed blade. The promise of its vengeance was the focal point that kept Naoya's mind honed and sharp.

His voice was so tired, but if he didn't have his hate, he would've gone truly mad a long, long time ago.]

I need it. All this knowledge I've gathered, all this waiting... it's all to use against Him.