[What a thing to say after they've admit to murder through something as grisly as fire... they can't help letting out a little sigh, but it's clear from their tone that it hasn't brought them down any.]

I am not a good person, but thank you for believing that I might be.
Enough so that you might compare me to a flower, even...

[They're touched, even if it may not seem like it. And after a moment of thought...
Purple stands up straighter once more, turning partway to the sword beside them.]

... Should we attempt this once more? Now that there are no secrets, no reason for distrust?