[se] Hell will always come before you grow

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"Why?" Danta blurts, even as his hands reach out to accept the coffee prepared for him by the barman nearby. "Why do you care? Not, by the way, that my region is going to ruin or anything of the sort." Sipping at the drink and caring little for its heat, he sets it down on a side table - and sits himself up.

"Let's rewind a little here, Noah, and let me be clear. I came here, and this place was a shithole. I cleaned up and I made a place for my family - hells, we'd be sitting in a dusty, empty shell right now, if I hadn't created the Dusklight." He gestures around.

"There's a bonfire outside the Temple that will never go out - not in storms, floods, Longnight, nothing. I don't remember your assistance there. And when there were storms and floods, I recall being the one to invite you to help the region." Danta isn't capable of creating flames by sheer force of will at present, but the ones nearby in sconces start to flicker with his irritation.

"So before you start your future projects in a region you do not live in, may I suggest taking several steps back, removing your foot from your mouth, and restarting the conversation?"

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!