[Gunvolt observes the workshop as they go, quiet and careful. It's strange; he isn't sure what to make of the jarred failures, but the careful meticulous construction suggests workers and engineers moving with great purpose. A powerful work ethic he found himself personally familiar with.

...He had to wonder. If this was where Vivi, and in fact all the other Black Mages, had been created, had such care been given to him too? It was curious... and why call him back now? Gunvolt's blue eyes glanced over to Desidera... and he had to admit, he didn't much like the idea of negotiating new terms, but...

He did have questions of his own.]

...And why you felt the need to even put a built-in expiration date on your creations in the first place?

Between Vivi and the other Black Mages we've met... they're all sentient people. All the ones we met just... want to live on, in peace. Why is it that they should just be made to die?

[Despite his convictions, Gunvolt's tone remains serious and respectful, looking up at the daemon without fear... and perhaps oddly, without anger. Vivi seems to trust his creator. And Gunvolt trusts in his friend. But those are the hard questions he needed to hear the answer to, and while he suspects no answer will ever truly be satisfactory, he wants to be able to understand these things.

Mortality and death were natural things. This, he knew, but...]

...You're a creator and an engineer too, right? Does it hurt you too, watching this happen?...

[His voice was quieter when he asked that, trying hard to keep his composure. Sorrowful, indeed.]