[Were Myr to step back a moment from all of this he'd admit he's--enjoying the argument, for all he's frustrated at its necessity and bristling all over with protective fury on Rich's behalf. It's been nearly two years since anyone had argued with him on this level--

Because Van was gone.

And truth be told he'd still rather be facing his cousin--someone whose goodness he knew down to his bones, even if they'd always disagreed on degree and method--than a stranger he half-suspects is demon-ridden, but this is at least interesting. It's making him think, making him consider his own position and the assumed rightness of it. Did Thedas' rules apply here? Were demons from other worlds as far beyond redemption? Could their limitless capacity for imitation lead them into imitating better habits, into building worthwhile lives of their own?

Linden's statement on knowledge dumps ice water on all his speculation.

That's how it often started, after all. That's what they offered those who were immune to power's allure, who thought themselves above rude physical desire.

That's what'd darkened the Golden City, in the end.]

Nor do I believe it unreasonable, serah. But where does this end? If reforming it is possible, wonderful--but how much harm are you willing to excuse in the process?

Will you ever consider your project failed?