"You ask me why I became a villain but can't I ask you the same? Why did you become a hero?" Xenith asked calmly as he laid down on the cool marbled floors feeling his weight push into the panes.
"Because that's what's right. It's really simple" Maxciel replied without skipping a beat.
"Why are you the one who defines right and wrong? Inherently, can anyone actually be right or wrong? Moral and misguided?" Xenith countered.
"No one does it's just— it is. Hurting others is wrong" Maxciel said.
"But sometimes you change your mind? Doesn't your way of moral justification seem shakier than mine?" Xenith insisted.
"No i don't change my mind. Hurt is wrong" Maxciel persisted with his ideas.
"But then when you find out someone say, committed a crime like murder, you advocate for their death. For you, hurting others is sometimes right, depending on what you've deemed moral which seems to vary. For example, if two people commit the same crime, depending on their reasoning or social standing you change your mind again. If a poor person steals a box of diapers it's okay, you feel bad for them, sorry even, but if a rich person does the same, they're gross and despicable, deplorable even. That's confusing isn't it?" Xenith explained his view of what seemed to be Maxciel's moral compass.
"You—" Maxciel paused and realized he couldn't refute that. He did think that way.
"You think too much" Maxciel sighed and looped a lock of Xenith's hair around his finger.
"Well anyways, I answered your question so it's only fair you answer mine isn't it?" Maxciel asked, though it didn't sound much like a question more so a demand.
"Well it's complicated because I don't really have any reason" Xenith muttered.
"Maybe it's because I wanted to, because I wasn't much good at anything else. I'm not like the people who had bad childhoods or were born being taught that way. I had a lovely, wonderful big sister who raised me" Xenith said his voice strangely fond, a tone he hadn't yet heard from Xenith before.
"She and I were really close for a while but she's just like you and she changes her mind a lot with all those confusing morals" Xenith said and let an out of place smile fall to his lips. It didn't seem real, but also not exactly forced, like a fake, but well practiced smile.
"You kinda lost me" Maxciel smiled, genuinely happy. For the first time, the one he loved most had opened up to him. Though he was confused with all his information limited. Someday, he believed Xenith would grow to trust him enough to tell him absolutely everything. He'd wait impatiently for then, but wait non the less.