"I think you are sick."
Andrew retorted, "I thought you came here for something, but why did you say that?
You old bastard, are you too idle to live for a long time?"
However, Monado didn't get angry at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "You have a bad temper. But you have offended Purple King.
Do you think you can fight against a holy king with your strength?
No matter what, the best choice was to give up resistance and surrender.
I'm so kind to you, Andrew. You're so young. I'm so kind to you."
"Kind?"
Andrew was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh.
Turning his eyes to Rowling, he asked, "What did he say to you?"
Rowling said lightly, "He is going to kill you tomorrow. He told me and the Thirteen Stars not to insert."
"You agreed?"
"Do you care?"
"You are right. I don't care."
As Andrew spoke, he looked at Monado again and said, "Yes, I don't care."
Monado's face froze.
Andrew sneered, "I know what kind of person you are.