Daigo recalled many things from his own world: the contest between The Light and The Dark, and the choices made by many people in civilization under different positions and ideals.
Sometimes, simple labels like "good" and "evil" simply could not encompass the entirety of a complex living being.
Especially when that being's life had been twisted into an indescribable shape by the times, Fate, the choices of others, and their own obsessions.
Was Lufa an evil man? Yes, judging by his actions and their consequences, he was.
But was he merely an "evil man"?
Probably not.
Beneath the surface of that "evil" lay loyalty betrayed, honor trampled underfoot, responsibility toward the Nether Legion, and a soul whose path through life had been rewritten by Fate and hatred.
Perhaps judging his good and evil was not all that important.
What mattered was that after experiencing all of this, after completing his revenge, he still chose to fulfill that final "responsibility."
Lufa: "There is no need to care so much about my life."
Lufa: "Of everything I have done and should do, only this remains."
Lufa: "My past obsession has faded."
Yes, it had faded.
To Lufa, his life, his choices, his sins, and his tragedy were all matters of the "past."
They were a piece of history that had already been "completed."
He did not need anyone's understanding, anyone's sympathy, or anyone to dissect and judge him from any standpoint.
That was why he said: there was no need to care.
Hearing Lufa's words and sensing the unadorned finality in them, the others in the group did not know what else to say for a moment.
Comfort? He did not need it.
Regret? He did not care.
Judgment? He had already given his own answer.
Since Lufa had made his stance