[No, you've read him correctly, Uta: Diluc can't imagine a utopia built in a single person's image. To have someone's will imposed upon you, no matter how idealistic, can only ever be a bad thing. One person's heaven is another's hell. There isn't a god alive who could make a perfect world, much less any human being.

He takes his cone from Uta to finish off his ice cream, listening to her in measured silence, expression perfectly flat. His gaze bores into hers, and he's aware that smile on her lips doesn't quite reach her eyes. Were he not so familiar with people just like her, he might've missed that entirely.]

Your ideal world does not exist. Surely you know that, Uta. There's no such thing as a world without suffering so long as you plan to include people in this utopia of yours.

[ Uta... Utopia........ Coincidence??]