The edge of reason — Episode 14

You said right back It has been three suns, little summoner The warding circle was ironclad I got bored And you smell of fresh blood and victory You were fragile, begging for a miracle I never asked for your curse I gave you my blood, and Asmodeus dragged me to Avernus But you like to remember who made you strong You did it to help In your own twisted way And you hated me for it I used it Your blood was just a means to my end Then why is your heart racing? Your heart doesn't lie, Bruce It beats for my parents Nothing else This curse, you— you're just tools to bring them back Then use me They were holy people Devout And you are a blood-drinking sinner My sinner If they wake and look at me with disgust, what was it all for? Mortals love to selectively recall the good They will see what I've become What parents wouldn't be proud of a son who dragged them from perdition?