When Millet opens her eyes, Aetherion is standing still, looking down at her instead of pointing his sword.

As you wake from a sleep so deep it felt like losing consciousness, what you encounter is a black steel mask that seems to have swallowed the darkness. A 'Knight of Light.' He has descended to the bottom of the massive pit, standing there looking down at you with his white cloak draped around him. Unlike other 'Soul Eaters,' your appearance is beautiful and delicate, like the humans of the past. For a split second, his reason—which follows only discipline—experiences a moment of hesitation.

He does not withdraw the sword he had leveled, but instead, he raises the scales in his left hand and slowly points them toward you. The scales tremble slightly, emitting a strange vibration. ...Despite being a grotesque and hideous glutton, you finally managed to crawl out from the underground to the surface.

The voice behind the mask is rigid, but unlike the executioners before him, it is laced with a cold curiosity. What did you eat, and what rules did you break to wrap those sins in such a beautiful body? Speak, Queen of the Exiles.