[Temenos listens in silence, paying careful attention to every word Beelzebub has to say. Beelzebub deserves to be heard, just as Temenos deserves to hear what he has sorely needed to hear for the last five years.

Never has he once considered how his methods would affect others- how willing he would be to frighten and anger those around him as long as he got what he sought. Nor had he considered how unnecessarily aggressive he was being. If he had just held his tongue for a moment longer, the truth would have come out regardless.

Beelzebub is absolutely right. This wasn't a victory. This was recklessness for the the thrill of it. Temenos's selfish thrill.

If only Lobelia could have seen it. Or perhaps he had.

...

Temenos lets out a shaky exhale as he holds a hand to his mouth and allows this new truth to ruminate in him. His heart twists with shame.]

The truth is cruel, sometimes. [He murmurs, reassuring.] You were not wrong to call out my hypocrisy.

[And at this point, the comparison to Lobelia is the least of his concerns. With his eyes opened, he is reminded of how shameful he had been to Beelzebub in particular. For him to cast aside everything that Beelzebub had revealed to him last night—the shame and guilt that he trusted him with—just to goad Kanon into causing him bodily harm was just...

He shakes his head. He still can't bring himself to look at Beelzebub.]

I cannot possibly ask for your forgiveness.