[Hector is quiet at first, letting his eyes close. His face is the very expression of stoicism, not betraying a single hint of emotion once he does begin speaking.]

When I was first learning, it was simply a means to an end. It was a power with which I could grow; I believed that it was neither good, nor evil.

But now... [He laughs dryly.] Knowing its origins and what its original purpose was, I see it as the cursed strength it truly is. I wish this power on no one.