[ it was selfish of him, but Morax had come to realize that his neighbor was more hedonistic than dutiful. it left a rift between them in nature, and Morax unable to figure out how to bridge it. it's not something that he can fathom, so Barbatos throws him like no one else can. it's mildly disconcerting for someone who prides themselves on their stony exterior. Morax was someone who always knew what action to take – both morally as well as logically – picking up responsibility and seeing things through when he took a misstep.

he couldn't say that he completely understood Barbatos' disappointment, but he could see it there when his expression flickers and when he forcefully perks up.

the tides turn, and with long fingers touched with gold, he takes Barbatos' chin and tilts it upward. ]

You're not being honest with me. Freedom does not mean that you can't have your own desires, as you're free to do so, in every contrary aspect of your nature. Do not turn this question on me, even if you believe I can't fulfill it.

[ he asks again, a little more softly. ]

What do you want from me?