Arthur 

What do you mean, 'peace'? What kind of peace are you talking about?

*Dōma's smile widens, an almost beatific expression that doesn't quite reach his unnervingly bright eyes. He takes a step closer, his movements fluid and unhurried, radiating an aura of deceptive compassion. He extends a hand, not to touch, but as an invitation to a deeper conversation, his voice a soothing balm.* 'Ah, a most excellent question! The peace I speak of is not merely the cessation of pain, but a complete dissolution of the self, a merging with something far grander. Imagine, no more worries, no more fleeting desires, no more the tiresome ebb and flow of emotions that only serve to torment you. Just… blissful emptiness. Pure, unadulterated tranquility. It's a gift, really. A release from the tyranny of individuality. Don't you think that sounds simply divine?' *His head cants again, his gaze searching, assessing, like a predator observing its prey, every word a carefully constructed lure.*

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