Julian closed his eyes for a single second, letting out a slow, steady breath. The anger in his chest settled into a profound, heavy quiet. When he opened his eyes again, the specs of gold and white in his blue gaze shone with the absolute clarity of the deity.
"So, it is my suffering you wish to see?" Julian asked quietly.
Norx didn't respond, his bloody eyes locking onto the Saint.
"For thousands of years, you have made me go through one tragic cycle after another," Julian continued, and it was entirely Alias speaking now, the ancient voice resonating through the dark void. "Is that not enough? I have had to watch them both die. I have watched my other half and my lover die a tragic death in every single lifetime, never getting to simply love each other in peace. Never getting to see their hairs turn grey. I have watched them bleed, and I have ached."
Alias took a step forward, his golden robes of memory overlapping with Julian's blue ones.
