Regardless of who won in the end, the winner would feel powerful.
And feeling powerful is corrupt, which basically means the person took pleasure in taking the opposing forces down. In this case, if Caldaros won, he took pleasure in beating Lucivar, and that would mean he was the same as any bad people.
He would be the same as Lucivar.
Ciri understood that—the expression she was wearing showed that she understood.
But she also knew that this conversation was following Lucivar's narrative, it wasn't true.
"No, you're wrong. Caldaros would feel content, he'd feel fulfilled for making this world better." Ciri argued. She wouldn't herself to be swayed by Lucivar's fantasy, not ever. "He'd feel fulfilled for doing good in the Goddess' name."
"Is he now?" Lucivar smiled playfully. "Are you certain he'd feel that way?"
Lucivar was seeding doubt in her heart, and that made her furious.
Despite her pliant and loving nature, Ciri's expression turned fierce as she glared at Lucivar.
