"How large of a fragment of the original are you?"
"A fourth? I 'was' a fourth, but twelve thousand years have reduced me to a state much less of that."
"A fourth? That's more than I had expected.
You have an authority of souls.
It's damaged but it's still there and should be enough for you to fix your fragmented state and make yourself 'whole'. So why haven't you done this?"
"That's a nice idea but It's not possible.
My core isn't here, after all."
Diablo's eyes widened upon hearing those words, a idea flashed through his mind as he activated his authority of space and asked.
"If I were to give you a homunculus body and your energy core that's still with me, would that be enough to rectify your state?"
"Oh my, the boy who used to hate me so much wants to help save my 'life'.
Oh, how they grow up so fast."
"Shut up and answer the damn question."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!