"...we would appreciate that a lot."

So many fewer children sent to the Boneyard, before Hell has a chance to shape them...

"I'm unfortunately not an expert on the process, but I will help."

"Anything that results in fewer dead children is better than what we have now." Bun's Neutral Good, all right. And Chrisor doesn't want to figure out how to manipulate him without more of a shape of his mind. He dismisses the Zone of Truth without telling Bun he did. "May I try the spells that determine your mental abilities? I am curious how many people on Golarion-- that's the name of our planet-- would be able to do them. People on different planes tend to have quite different mental abilities."

"If it will help, certainly."

He casts Detect Desires. What do we see here?

There are whole lot of people dying out there, and he is in a position to fix it if they'll let him help. He just needs mouldy bread and salt and boiled water and whole lot of cowmaids--

His Charisma is 13.

That's Neutral Good, all right. 

Detect Anxieties?

He's in a strange world. If he makes mistakes, or isn't as effective as he could be, many people are going to die. (He does not want to make plausible calculation of how many will.)

Oh, and his entire ability to talk and communicate right now hinges on one other person he can't be completely sure he can trust.

His Wisdom is 12.

...so he has to be trustworthy. Check. That's not too hard. 

"Wisdom is-- intuition, willpower, situational awareness, good judgment. Your wisdom is twelve, normal people on Golarion are ten, eighteen is as high as you can get. Charisma is force of personality, persuasion skills, ability to get people to do what you want. You're thirteen, same other numbers. So if wisdom and charisma matter that won't be that bad. I need to take a break before I can do the intelligence one, do you want to ask me questions?" 

"I'd be very surprised if medical skills were gated on your charisma. Wisdom maybe-- there's a lot of things you can learn, but you need to feel to be actually good at. But I have met some incredibly uncharismatic doctors in my time.

--I've just realised I never got your name." Hopefully names are not private or something in this culture.

"Inquisitor Chrisor. 'Inquisitor' means that it's my job to make sure that people are following the laws."

...Ah, he's police. (Maybe police on this plane are less... Like That than the Bangkok police? He can hope.)

"It's good to meet you, Inquisitor Chrisor."

"Perhaps the most important fact about our world is that when you die you are sorted into one of nine afterlives by Pharasma, goddess of death, based on two axes-- Good, Evil, and Neutral, and Law, Chaos, and Neutral. I work for Cheliax, which is a Lawful Evil country, and I promise you that is not at all as bad as it sounds."

I'm hoping so. "I can see how the afterlife would be important."

"Taldane is a language that was significantly influenced by Good people"-- not wrong-- "and Tongues has a tendency to give you the connotations of words? Which is that they want to help people and make everything perfect, and we want to destroy everyone and make everyone miserable. I don't know how you'd run a country on everyone wanting to hurt everyone else but I can't imagine they'd be able to send troops to the Worldwound."

He is very capable of believing in authorities that are so bad at their job that they may as well want to hurt people. ...not that he isn't going to hear out Chrisor. "I'm assuming the Worldwound is what is injuring all those people?"

"It's a portal to where the demons-- Chaotic Evil entities-- live, which is infinite, so there are an infinite number of demons trying to enter. There's an international military effort to keep the demons from escaping and hurting people. Cheliax provides some of the largest groups in support."

...that sounds like a plausible explanation for what he was seeing! "Lawful and Chaotic Evil do not get along?"

"Chaotic Evil doesn't get along with much of anyone, even Chaotic Neutral hates them. --I think I can cast the intelligence spell now, if you'd like."

"If it would help you." Intelligence is probably going to be the largest barrier to spreading medical knowledge.

He casts Detect Thoughts. How is he doing so far?

Bun is kind of suspicious of Chrisor, but that's at least partially because he has no way to check if what Chrisor is saying is true. (There's something under those thoughts about the people who upheld the law on his plane, and their general level of actually doing their job.)

His Intelligence is 15.

That's fixable. And honestly Chrisor has an angle on how to fix it. 

"So, Law is about-- keeping your promises, cooperating with other people, the rule of law, following contracts, that sort of thing. Chaos is about rebellion, breaking the rules, doing whatever you feel like no matter what the consequences are."

"I'd say I could see why Chaotic Evil would be a problem, but you have mentioned translation issues."

"Yes."

And here's the part where Chrisor gambles.

He considers and dismisses the possibility of simply kidnapping him. Chrisor knows what torture is good for, and you can't get information from it, not reliably. They'll simply tell you whatever they think will get the pain to stop, whether it's true or not. Bun is clever, and he knows things that Cheliax doesn't. They want him creative. They want him to think about what spells to use to make defibrillators, or other fantastic things Chrisor can't even imagine. They want him to cooperate. They want him-- as much as it pains Chrisor to think it-- not broken. 

Deception, then. 

The task is to give him a view of Evil that they can maintain, through trained actors and censoring books and strategic use of illusions and mind control. Not forever; Chrisor is confident in his ability to tempt Bun towards Evil, given enough time. Bun does not seem sophisticatedly Good. He is no paladin of Iomedae. And Good, fundamentally, can't comprehend Evil; there are pleasures that Evil can offer that Good cannot even imagine.

But it has to hold long enough, and it has to make Bun enthusiastic about working with them.

He has some knowledge of Bun's psychology-- not enough, but some, Detect Anxieties and Detect Desires are his everyday tools and he is skilled with their use-- and he's made a study of Good people, at his time at the Worldwound. Bun seems almost monomaniacally obsessed with medicine. The thing to do is to give him an explanation that allows him to just do medicine, without thinking about it too hard.

Chrisor has only a few moments to think of it, and for months if not years they'll have to maintain the deception. If he succeeds, it will be the greatest deed of his life. If he fails, he will have all eternity to understand the depths of his inadequacy. (There are no excuses. Lack of time to think doesn't matter. The only option is perfection.)

It's exhilirating. 

Chrisor briefly gives thanks for this opportunity to serve Asmodeus.