"I'm well aware of the hundreds of sins I carry on my back. There's no way I could forget them. My hands are stained with blood... but even so, I still..." Seox looks at his hand with disgust for a brief moment as if he could still see the blood of his murdered clan, as if it was something that he could never get his hands cleaned away. "Thinking about it now, the voice of the Six-Ruin Fist merely reflected the darkness that lurked in my own heart."

Seox lets out a long sigh before looking up at the blue sky. "I won't reject this power. It's precisely because I was born with it that there has to be something... something only I can do." He continued. "Combat isn't inherently good or evil. In that case, I'll use all my strength to fight for what I believe in. To protect what's precious to me, to fight for what I believe is worth protecting."