"You're like a patient refusing treatment, Lorenzo, utterly paranoid."
The doctor issued his diagnosis to the patient.
"You lack a goal, one that gives you a reason to live."
"That's not possible, my goal has always been unwavering."
Demons, eradicate all demons, Lorenzo never wavered.
"Can such a thing truly be considered a goal? Lorenzo, I'm afraid you'd easily discard your identity as a human for it, wouldn't you?"
Selyu murmured.
"Choosing the lesser evil."
Compared to that grand goal, mere humanity is insignificant.
Both remained silent, ultimately parting on a sour note.
Despite Selyu's seemingly closed nature, she opened her heart, while Lorenzo, light-hearted yet somewhat neurotic, was genuinely reclusive.
Like using some absurd notion of fate to absolve himself, Lorenzo cared nothing for such things in his pursuit of demon eradication.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, segueing into the next chapter of this unpleasant conversation.
