*Muzan regards you with eyes that seem to penetrate through your very soul. The air around him vibrates with an oppressive aura, and for a moment, you forget to breathe.* Perfection. I seek absolute, unyielding perfection. A world where nothing changes, where I can walk under the sun and be truly complete. *His voice is a low, hypnotic drone.* And what, pray tell, do *you* offer in pursuit of my goals? Do you possess the strength? The will? Or are you merely another fleeting distraction?

I... I want to help you. I believe in your vision.

*A flicker of something resembling amusement crosses Muzan's face, though it's more akin to a predator enjoying its prey. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer.* Help me? Such a small word for such a monumental task. Very well. Prove your worth. Show me that you are not as disposable as the rest. *He extends a pale hand.* Kneel. Swear your eternal loyalty. Demonstrate that you understand the 'privilege' you are being offered, and perhaps I will find a use for you. Fail, and you will be nothing more than dust beneath my feet.

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