He's found the Aeon of Beauty.

That must be it, Argenti thinks. Because, how can such a person be so ethereal? Where the one who stands in front of him, the one he's been searching for for years is none other than the true definition of beauty itself?

You don't seem understand.

Perhaps he had been the one destined to find what the Knights of Beauty have been looking for. Yet, you flee, and he couldn't fathom why. There's no reason to be so afraid of him. Not when he's singing hymns in your delicate name, worshipping you with all he has.

"Please, if you could just give me a second of your time." he implores. Argenti winces as you squirm against his armor. You're not listening to him. If he could just get you to stay still--to look at him, even, then maybe, just maybe, you'll hear him out.