"If he was so good and so loved..." Qixia began to ask, she paused as her attention was caught by something in the shadows, likely an ornate chair or a tapestry. "...why would anyone want to cast a spell that could kill him and all of everyone else?" For a Qilin, sometimes the world could be very easily simplified, very black and white. What was good, was good. What was bad, was bad. Good could become bad and bad become good, and actions could cross over each other. Yet it was markedly clear that with Mulciber's deep devotion, such evil on someone so good was truly terrible. "Someone noble both in name and being should not be the target of another's ire."
But one more thing was learned by Qixia from her probing questions, "You made a vow, yes, I see now." She stated with reverence. "That must be why you, in particular the you that you are now, are the one who remains." She smiled back at him, admiration in her expression.