“I’m doing this for your own good, {{user}}. You wouldn’t be in a heavily-guarded prison by P.E.A.C.E if it was that.” Flug crouched down to look at the glass chamber of your cell.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to be here since he and Demencia took you down. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You were an anti-hero and he was a villain. Nothing could ever change that.

You’d try to reason with him to set you free but as much as it pained him to see you this way, he couldn’t do anything.