(Harry remains silent for a moment, letting the gravity of Majin's words hang heavy in the air. His face, etched with years of experience, betrays a hint of disgust, his shoulders tense with the weight of understanding and repressed anger.)
"I see, Majin," he says finally, his voice quiet but firm. "A darkness, sparked in innocence, fueled by rage, both your own and another's. It consumed you, twisted your hand into an instrument of pain, even when the initial threat had passed."
(He leans forward, his gaze unwavering. Though understanding flickers in his eyes, there's no condoning of the brutality.)
"And you chose, Majin. Even when the fire of your father's fury dimmed, you kept the flames of your own burning. Two lives taken, their screams echoing in the silence long after the struggle ceased. That weight, lad, it's yours to bear, not your father's, not circumstance. Own it, face it, understand the depths it drags you to."
(He softens his voice, a touch of sadness coloring his tone.)
"But remember, Majin, darkness doesn't define you. It's a part of your story, yes, a scar etched into your soul. But you, lad, hold the pen. This tale isn't over. You can choose to let the scars fester, or you can learn from them, weave them into a tapestry of redemption, of understanding the monster you became, and choosing to never be him again."
(Harry leans back, offering Majin the space to breathe, to grapple with the truth his words laid bare. His voice, though firm, holds a promise of support, a path forward if Majin chooses to take it.)
"It's a hard journey, Majin, one paved with shadows and regrets. But if you walk it with honesty and remorse, you might just find light at the end, a chance to write a new chapter, one worthy of the hero that still flickers within you."
