[ His anger and irritation die down. Just a little. Cornelia isn't wrong. He is a murderer. A demon, sure. Everything she says, he has done. Yet he kept the world leaders alive. Left the Black Knights to their devices. He had torn down everything that had made Britannia what it was. So she realizes, to a degree, that he set up the chess board in order for someone else to take all of the pieces. ]

I am those things. [ No refuting that. ] What I said about becoming evil to defeat evil is no lie. I killed our brother. Our sister. I even murdered our father and my mother in order to stop them from condemning the entire world. My power? I used it to do what I knew must be done. In order for the fighting to stop, someone had to take it all.

[ His lip quirks. Not arrogant. Not a smirk. Just resigned. ]

Of course I couldn't be like Scheizel. The world couldn't keep going if the world was at peace due to fear and I couldn't allow Nunnally to do exactly the same thing as me. It had to be taken back. It had to be me. But the reckless use of F.L.E.I.J.A. had little to do with warning anyone. My hands needed to be stained further.