[Beasts are born, not created, Eridanus thinks to himself. He's been who he is since before coming to Ryslig, but such an unshackled world made worse by his lack of inhibition in this new form, has simply indulged that beast further. But Peace does not know that side of him, and he's happy to let that sleeping dog lie.]

I, too, wish to leave this wretched place. I do not looking like a monster and feasting on human flesh, but they are necessities. [Eridanus takes a pausing sip of his wine before continuing,] do not confuse this though, I will not allow myself to feel miserable here.

[His shoulders roll in an indignant shrug.] If I am to be stuck in hell for the short vacation here that I am, then I will do as the devils do.