Beelzemon shakes his head no, stubbornly refusing still. He's not going to crack that easily. It isn't until he feels something at the corner of his eye and reaches up to wipe it away that he realizes he now has blood oozing out slowly from all three eyes. As soon as he brushes it off, more appears.

Okay, he can take a hint.

He leans forward a little, a pensive look on his face. "So, bad memories and fears, huh? Seems like I got plenty of both of those these days." He thinks for a moment. "Guess what I'm afraid of is failure. If I don't succeed, that'll help speed up the whole process of the world 'n everything in it being destroyed. Two worlds, actually." As soon as he starts talking, the blood coming from his eyes stop and the headache begins to lessen.

"Your turn, precious. Unless you're still gonna sit there and act like you're gonna outsmart this little game of their's."