'Oh, you're a monster, all right. We all are, once the facade is taken away. All you need is a nice mirrored box, a time limit, and desperation, and your nature will do the rest.'

*I am*

'Mr Ender Times? No, I am just one of those fated to be destroyed in it. But I accept that fate.'

'Oh, it isn't. I've lived far longer than the average mortal. Died a lot more as well, but I'd say it's worth it to spread Enlightenment and destroy those who lurk in the Shadows'

'In what way?'

'But every time I return, I make sure to do my bit to make it even more terrible'

'Pain is truth, as my counterpart says. Inflicting it is truth, as I say'

'I've heard that many a time. So, if you're not a crazed embodiment of evil, why are you here?'

'Who is it? A freak, still out there loose in the world?' 66 looks suddenly interested