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`` You, Vandesdelca Musto Fende, have been brought to Purgatorium for the sin of pride.
You refuse to back down in your beliefs to the point where you would even try to create a world of your own design.
So you shall stay, until you learn humility, and have made up for your errors.``
A contestable claim. Had the world's destruction not already been foretold by the Score, I may feel intent to agree with you. A reconstruction of a world separate from the Score was necessary to save it. I feel my faith is ill-placed in the hands of Gods with such a skewed perception of justice. I trust you at least have the grace to return my powers to me. Being a seventh fonist, my fonic artes are largely defensive. I see no worth in sealing them off. Had I been equipped with my abilities before the barrage of explosions I could have spared myself injury.
Mystearica, my sister, your assistance does not go without thanks. I should be in good health within some time. Ironic that my aid would come by the hands of someone who had previously attempted to assassinate me. Luke, I suppose I should extend my gratitude to you as well. Unexpected that you would still invest the concern to bring my physical condition to attention. Then again, I shouldn’t doubt the endearment of student that has yet to abandon calling me “Master,” should I?