"What I want? I didn't realize that a creature like me was allowed to have wants," The Beast is quiet a moment then he suddenly jumps toward Dia, a twisted grin on his face. "What I want is to take my Little Bird into my arms. And then I want to....break him so his body matches what he seems to think his soul is." The Beast twists his head so that it's almost upside down, "And maybe then he will realize how wrong he is."

Dia's face loses all color, "Don't tell me all of this is just one of your games to make me see--make me admit--my real feelings?"

The Beast shrugs, "Maybe I just want to see you bleed. For a supposed hero, you are so very very fragile." He brings his hands together like he's holding something small in them, "Just like a little baby bird. So easy to...crush." He suddenly brings his hands together like he is smashing whatever he had been holding.