"You made this prison yourself," he replies swiftly, giving a light shrug as he shifts the tome in his hands. "This is the prison you created in your own soul. If you really want to cast off those chains… you’ll have to get stronger."
It’s a simple thing, he thinks. At least they’ve got a feisty one, here, he supposes.
"Now, then. My name is Michael. I can do a number of things. More specifically, I deal with… let’s call it Fusion Fortune. You see, I’m interested only in helping you grow so you can cast these irons off. And to do that, I want to know… which is the real you?”
"Is it the mask that facilitates the purpose, or the purpose that facilitates the mask?"
Wait a moment- just a second. The phantom takes a quick pause giving an even more menacing look towards the other.
"Are you somehow insinuating that I am not strong Micheal?" he says with a cocky tone. As far as Hideaki was concerned he was the strongest guy to ever walk this pitiful earth. And here he has this blue-haired fellow telling him otherwise, that these chains were there of his own accord.
He rests his head against bar, the chains rattling with his movement, taking a deep sigh he nods, not even wanting to bother with the other’s question. More metaphorical nonsense he didn't care for.
" Fine. Go ahead. Explain this Fortune Fusion nonsense to me..."