"I guess you saw my talentmitzvah," Night grumbled before accepting what he had been told back then. "Father was right; such a selfish brat to want a party for myself, to have gifts, to have kids to play with," he let out a tiny chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "It fits; after all, Balance said I was going to be the one that fucks up the world because of my selfishness and self-centeredness and even though I'm dead, it's about time I took some responsibility."