A part of Dion nearly side-eyes the Ring-Spirit for being destroyed 'by holy light'. What sort of man was he to succumb to such a fate? A dark, wicked soul who now hides himself under a brightly colored, if crudely drawn costume?

As if Dion has any right to judge, as deep as his own sins are. He lets his suspicion go with a muted hum, though he will remember that comment.

"We are but two of many," Dion cautions. "'Till we learn more from the others it is yet too soon to say for certain. You speak as if the fate you suffered was greater than death...you did not expect your soul to carry on where your body failed?"