[Suzerain of Sheol]

Diogenes doesn't bother to turn toward the unexpected reply, nor even look at the disturbed man. The muteness of tone is telling enough, with the outflux of power filling the room, and this one completely unimpressed -- no, oblivious. Blase resurrection. Enough almost to bring the remembrance of laughter.

You're asking the wrong question. What you want to know is, is living worth it?

Walking to stand behind the still-kneeling priest, he suppresses scorn at the facade of strength the man even now puts forth. That resurrection was no mean feat. Impressive, though. Diogenes hadn't thought him capable of such subtlety.

Overhearing the cusp of the girl's thought, he murmurs to Kadia's mind, Don't be so star-struck. That thing... no, don't dignify him calling him a man, is an artist of destruction. Righting wrongs is incidental, trust me.

If you're searching for a hero or an idol, I might suggest my lord the Celestrine. This... exhibition of hypocrisy is nothing but a child's imitation of its father's craft.

Think on that.