[She lets out a breath and looks down.]

Yes. Souls are all quite lovely to look at, but some are...art to behold. Marble sculpted. A canvas painted.

[She goes back to etching. The marks glow red.]

An aria of the shape of a body, yet without form. Those that transcend the normal, those are beautiful. I admire those. I behold them. So I wish to preserve them as one does art!

[Much less of a lie. She is a devil, after all. Her nature can't be fully contained.]