Gravis sighed. He knew that Arc wasn't lying when he said that the reason why he helped Gravis was simply that he wanted to. Yet, it still felt a bit lackluster to him.
"You could have just let me go on without this Law," Gravis said. "I already had no animosity with you."
Arc only chuckled slightly. "Does it really matter?" he asked.
"Doesn't it?" Gravis asked. "This concerns your life."
"It does, yes," Arc answered. "Yet, when you are standing before an opponent that you can beat but isn't a danger to your life, do you not wish for that opponent to be a bit more powerful?"
"You mean tempering?" Gravis asked. "You don't need tempering."
"No, I don't," Arc said, "but I want to. I haven't fought someone in billions of years. I almost forgot what it feels like. The thrill of feeling one's death to be only a single mistake away. I haven't had this feeling since I went through my specialized will tempering."
