Calm down. I know you're a bit surprised I've - ahem - impressed my will upon you so that you are here in hell with me. I'm not detaining you for long. Some of you will be returning on a more permanent basis anyway so get familiar with the surroundings. And yes, I love the flames and fire. Brimstone, not so much.
You should know that what my Harvestor and his lady love are doing is wrong.
Neither Cleansers or Harvestors are supposed to love. Makes for bad soul collecting business. My soul devouring suffers. I get angry and do things. You guys suffer, as the several people who died in that apartment fire found out.
Plus, a Cleanser and a Harvestor - ugh, I can't even say that word. Sharing in that ridiculous "L" emotion is akin to xenogamy. Then they'll cross pollinate with each other making little Cleanser-Harvestor offspring that I probably won't have free access to. So you see, me breaking them apart and devouring Abby's soul is good for everyone. You get that right?
Well, I'll take your wide-eyed stare as a sign of understanding. You are dismissed****
I think Drakar just tried to rationalize what he is doing. Unbelievable!!!!