“Why…Why isn’t my wish coming true?!”
Another witch’s barrier had been destroyed, and the Puer Magi had returned to his normal clothing, staring at the Grief Seed.
“Your wish was to make people happy, and to lead everyone to paradise.”
Purge glared coldly at the incubator, unamused. Just what did he want from him now?
“I warned you that your wish could manifest in a hundred different ways, didn’t I? You’ve managed to save people from the witches that have been appearing, and you’ve helped slow down Entropy.”
Kyubey tilted his head slightly, waiting for a reaction from the rogue before continuing.
“If you ask me, your wish was already granted. You just never realized it.”
Now Purge was really angry. If he was just going to taunt him for his decisions just like everyone else did, then he’d make him pay.
“What the hell are you even doing here?” he asked, clearly unamused.
“I simply came here to warn you that your Soul Gem is almost at its limits. You seem to destroy Witches frequently, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a stockpile of Grief Seeds. It’s not too late to use one.”
Purge looked at the Grief Seed, before tossing it to the ground, walking off. Clearly, he was weak if he needed them.
And his pride wouldn’t allow weakness.