He didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked at his own gloved hand, fingers curled around the cup now. The leather creaked faintly.
"That though humans have enough of the seven deadly sins to drown the world," he said slowly, "their own existence isn't strong enough to manifest one of them. Not fully. Not without help. It takes a higher being to give shape to that descent. Something more than human. Something… like a fallen angel."
Her silence lingered. Then, gently, she smiled.
"I see your reasoning," she said. "But trust me… humans burn hotter than anything else. They are short-lived. Fragile. But when their passions ignite, they rival gods. It's not that they lack the capacity… it's that the world hasn't suffered the right kind of madness yet."
Ludwig lowered his eyes and drank.
