Ideo nodded and squeezed Yamato's hand, stepping forward only a half step to face the demon. It didn't seem very enthused at his attempts to be bold, but cocked it's head intrigued as he straightened and spoke.

"You have my title. Now, give me yours."
"I ᴀᴍ Mᴀʀǫᴜɪs Aᴍᴏɴ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴋɴᴏᴡ I ᴀᴍ ʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ. Wʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴛʜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ?"

Ideo seemed surprised, but forged on anyway. "Our pact still stands. I cannot simply abandon you-"
"Yᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ? Fᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ."