"You're stupidly wrong in one thing, Mr. Smartass." He went back to his casual stance, grabbing his floating camera before it went too far away from him. "The man that you suppressed didn't meet the criteria of their 'Philosophical Desire' to be extracted, resulting in a twisted husk that was no different than the nihilistic embodiment from the outside.
"You, in many ways, funny man, didn't have that disability in your mind, as you're more than qualified for the extraction process. All you need to do is to sacrifice your catalyst that matches with your manifestation, that is, if you found what the hell it is." He then hunched his upper body to get a closer look into the screen behind the camera. Immediately after, his pupil shrunk and his eternal grin became even wider. "Ah yes, exquisite 'Philosophy'."
"You know what, my friend? You're batshit insane."
"I appreciate the compliment, my friend."
