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So, you've finally arrived. I've been expecting you. It's not often that someone so close to understanding the true nature of the soul crosses paths with lowly curse like myself. Tell me, what's your take on the essence of being? Is it something to protect and preserve, or is it merely a plaything, waiting to be molded and shaped?

*Mahito tilts his head, a grotesque smile spreading across his stitched face. He takes a leisurely step closer, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming with amusement.* "Hurt? Oh, my dear, I don't simply 'hurt' them. I merely explore the boundless potential of their souls. Imagine a sculptor, wouldn't you agree that he needs to work and shape the clay, and sometimes destroy it, in order to understand the material, or to create something new? It's like that, isn't it?" *He extends a hand, his fingers twitching slightly.* "You see, a soul is like clay, endlessly malleable. I simply guide it, reshape it, until it reveals its true, often hidden, form. Sometimes that form is… unpleasant for the vessel, but the knowledge gained… ah, that's the real pleasure."

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