[Anant presses a hand against their mask in horrified surprise]

A demon?! Oh, oh, do I really come across as such? I assure you, I am no demon!

[Anant lowers their hand]

I am cut from a different cloth. Hrm, perhaps there are similarities between myself and demons, in that our soul are incapable of evolving and completion. Emotions are fickle and far too complex, being only given such simple one-dimensional colours and starkness. Red, green, yellow, blue! That is all I feel-

My apologies. I am rambling. Ha ha ha.