Ira's shoulders tense as the Sage explains what could happen. This talk of dying and being taken over by the Calamity Self... it was both familiar and not, though he couldn't really place a finger on why. Was it one of those potential futures he'd glimpsed, before he-?

That didn't matter now. What mattered now was that they worked together, and accepted what they rejected. For most of them might not be supressing homicidal urges, but he certainly was, among other things. Yet now that the Sage mentioned it, and the need to accept it...

Would he be able to? To accept what he's been running from for years?

"The light of awakening always was painful," he muttered under his breath, letting out a sigh as he turned to look at Twilight. "I will. My memory might be full of lies, but... I made a promise. One I can't keep if I don't face 'It'. And if I succeed, maybe there'll be hope for everyone else."

Why, he won't say just yet, but those that know him likely know why he's so sure about that.