Outside the cage, I see my brother John

There's Malos falling; falling, falling.

There's Minoth watching; watching, watching.

There's Malos with his endless, underbubbling, undirected rage he's yet to truly realize; he was having fun, truly, he was having so much fun.

But now playtime's over.

There's Minoth with his endless, underbubbling, misdirected rage he's yet to truly understand; he was having joy, truly, he was living so much life.

But now that lifetime's over.

Malos would have done so much good work so gladly. He's far too capable for his own (indeterminate, non-negotiable) good.

Minoth couldn't have been his savior. Minoth was never saved enough for that.