find a door that doesn't lead me back again

"You're leaving?"

Malos's words, despite themselves, stop Minoth in his tracks; they hadn't been intended as a threat, merely a contest.

Answer me.

Minoth slows up far too easily to not have been expecting it.

"In a thousand lifetimes, I would save you, Malos. A thousand, a million, and more.

"Except this one. You can't be saved. It's too late."

A Malos who'd been saved would feel more betrayed. This one's just curious.

"You don't seem to think it's too late for you."

"You don't know what I think."

Forever a secret. Malos never quite chides Minoth for being wrong.