Suffering for something you loved. It's certainly poetic.

[He falls silent, studying Nana. It's a bit of an intense stare, Mephisto's brow drawing together the longer it goes on.]

I've known a few like you -- afraid of change. Desperate to stay in one place. And I've dealt with their souls accordingly.

I find it interesting that I feel no such compulsion to do so here. [A beat.] Perhaps we're both learning.