They’re not perfect, you know. Far from it, actually. Though born pure, many of them choose to blot themselves with sin... but there’s still good in all of them. A light that never dies. Even when it doesn’t seem like it. We want to give them a way out of the woods, you know? Lead them out of the darkness, give them a roadmap to the light and bring them hope. (Looking into BARKTRUCKLE’s eyes) I can see it in your eyes, Barktruckle. You’ve come to realize that you want to give them that too.

I like you, Barktruckle. I look forward to sparring with you.

You coward. For someone who speaks ad nauseam about how constricting The Light’s rules are, you are terrified of breaking your own. You think you have autonomy? Everything you do is motivated by the fear that you could get in trouble for doing anything other than what you’re told. You pledge allegiance to one that keeps you in darkness, passes of bastardized shadow-puppet versions of what is real so that he can repress all that you can be.