[Temenos listens to it all, and the remnants of his cone once again go untouched. The fact that Beelzebub could even talk about Belphie earlier without getting upset is certainly a testament of his mental fortitude.

He also understands why Beelzebub didn't want to talk about this in either instance. How do you broach this subject to someone who you've only known for a short few weeks? Who couldn't possibly understand the situation in full?

Once Beelzebub is finished explaining, Temenos reflects on a careful response.]

To be kept from the truth like that... The anger you felt must have been unimaginable.

[Temenos never learned what happened to his own brother. If he were to discover the truth was being kept from someone close to him, he...

...]

I realize how contrary this must sound to say about a demon, but I've long since stopped paying attention to the semantics. I will pray for your success in reaching him, for whatever worth my prayers have left.

[Because he sure as hell stopped believing in prayers a long time ago. For once, though, he wants to believe.]