... I turned him into a demon. Or... at least I enhanced that shard of a demon inside of him. He's not human, and he must hate me to choose the path he's picked. I don't understand.

He knows who I am. He knows who he is, or who part of him was. That piece of Abel...

His death plunged his soul into the demon world, becoming a demon, before he broke apart and the shards were inherited by human souls. I don't understand why he doesn't hate me.

Whatever pain he might have caused me... it doesn't matter. But I don't understand. This isn't empathy, it's... stupidity. Or ignorance. Or something.