It is one of some import, and requires some discretion as well.

[He indulges in petting Xiao's hair for a few moments longer, and then lets his hands rest on his lap.]

I am leaving the Black Order soon.

Barbatos has regained his divinity. What will happen, then, if Beelzebul and I regain ours? What will the Black Order do with multiple gods beneath their bidding, knowing their ruthless and unfeeling history? They have sacrificed innocent people in Kaisou before. They would do so again if the opportunity arose.

[His gaze narrows.]

While I am bound by an agreement I negotiated myself, the same cannot be said for the hundreds of people they have coerced into signing their lives away. The ink of those bad-faith contracts has ever stained my hands black. I feel their weight now more than ever. Many of my comrades expressed regret for their choice, which in truth was not a choice at all.

[He closes his eyes.]

I turned my gaze away from the truth for five hundred years—thinking I could do nothing in any capacity, believing it had nothing to do with me. My contract with the Black Order was my punishment for failing you and Azhdaha. I was honor-bound to live in the chains I had forged myself.

... I will tolerate the Order's arrogance no longer.