[The little boy listens to what Ryoji had to say, and he doesn't blink, does't move and this entire talk is bringing up a sudden surge of awful feelings he can'tーand wouldn'tーunderstand and doesn't particularly desire to think about. There were eleven humans who, and that was such an infinitesimally small number when you took into account the billions of people alive and being given life and being taken out of it every second of the day, stood up to the embodiment of Death itself and chose to live for a time before dying.

Eleven people out of billions decided to prevent the end of everything.]

... There was their choice? To fight when victory seemed impossible, to defend their right to live. [It came out very quiet, and Pharos frowned, brow furrowing: something as dim and fragile as that.] They chose that over the ability to live out normal lives without their knowledge of the Dark Hour, or the Fall? And you gave them that choice.

[He'd offered them a choice instead of an ultimatum.

It seemed he had been more tainted by humanity then he had originally assumed. Pharos did not view this as a bad thing per se, but certainly not an occurrence he had thought would happen to any pharase of himself: his lack of faith in humans did not mean he disliked them.]