[He hangs his head a bit, not wanting to admit he's anything even slightly not human. He still clings so desperately to his humanity, but... maybe... after here, after not having it, he can accept the Devilman middle ground again.]

I thought about... asking if somehow I could get rid of it. Devilman. If I could change it. I guess I could if I went back... and didn't go to the party. Even with all this power, no matter what I did, people got hurt or died. But...

It felt... right to use it to protect others anyway. To try. I didn't feel useless anymore. I felt like I could make a difference. I remember what it feels like.