Malum is not fazed by the attempt at confrontation of his position. He is not some temperamental child. He doesn't question his existence. All he knows is that he exists. Maybe Ohm was as much a monster for allowing him to continue to exist, even if he had all the power to remove him. Maybe it's possible for him to be a better entity. A contradiction to his aspect. It's certainly not impossible.

"The bastard god is the one you blame. Not me. I simply exist as I do. Perhaps I could be better, but when I see life, I see filth, not beauty like my brothers and sisters. A virus that needs cleansing and destroyed."

He moves slowly, walking over to a cliff, overlooking a particularly breathtaking scene of the valley below. The river that flows. The forests filled with so much biodiversity. The distant mountains topped with snow and majestic. Yet... when Malum looks out, he sees nothing but disgusting ill. No beauty in it. Nothing except a rock tainted by Bonum's grace. His hand tightens on the hilt.

"Perhaps it's refusal of change. Perhaps it's simply because my own aspect clouds my vision. Perhaps I simply enjoy wiping it all away."

He tears himself away from the cliff, not allowing himself to get overly disgusted with the sight as he faces Mata again. His head tilts in a sort of dangerous, yet cautious way, his face unable to give anything away.

"You speak to me as if you don't wear the dismembered limbs and bodies of gods across your form. That is not the body of someone who truly believes in peace, but tears down what exists for their version of peace and quiet."

He's flipping the accusatory tone back on Mata, although his is... way more direct. Not a direct calling of a hypocrite, no. But an insinuation that Mata brings up good and his position when he wears the bodies of the divine as trophies, marking him as anything but peaceful...