Joker.

[All at once, his voice takes on the smoothness of honey, even as Loki still drifts behind him. Satanael's size doesn't deter him as he steps forward with sure, confident steps. He pushes his mask up with one hand to reveal his face as he approaches, eyes never wavering from Ren's.]

So sure. So confident. So trusting. So willing to see the good in others, even if it doesn't exist.

[His eyes glimmer with a strange emotion as a smile tugs at his lips again.]

And I can assure you, it doesn't exist. Doing good is just performative for someone like me, after all. And oh, how I'll weep over your corpse when your friends find you. How much sympathy and attention they'll give me. I could do anything at all to them, and they'll chalk it up to the grief of man losing his lover.

[His clawed gauntlets clutch at his chest over his heart in fake sorrow.]

It's pathetic how easy you and your friends are to manipulate. Your feelings, your emotions. Poor little Yoshizawa-san doesn't even know the truth about me, does she? [He drops his hand.] How perfect.

And even if death isn't, shall we say, "permanent" even now... why, you'll just forgive me again, won't you?