"Fuck tradition," he agrees, daring to be louder than Lucifer.

Tradition is just a prison that people let themselves get trapped in. To him, it was a burden heaved onto his shoulders. A cudgel his mother raised against him. Here, he's free from that weight, but...he's subject to a new monarchy, and that monarchy is subject to its own tedious slog of tradition.

"You didn't answer my question."