>>4625(Coldly beautiful) You spot frictions but speak only to mask yours. And this suspect allegiance masking treachery - no matter how you polish its surface, Mr. Reginald Moretti, civil war has become inevitable.
>>4627(Wretched whispers) Perhaps not even now, darling Felix, yet some wounds run deeper than politics ever could and mine, I confess, still festers where it was inflicted during those blood-stained dawn hours. Let this poison finally sour within me to prove it speaks aloud its darkest gratitudes to kill tonight.
>>4624(Hiss) Spare us the piety, dear Ava. Whenever did I look away from the precipice? Tell me instead who exactly thought themselves indispensable enough to bypass this gathering and redecorate their boudoirs with fantasy future great escapes.
>>4628(Voice trembling with rage) How dare you wrap your deception around our darkest shame like a bloody shroud! A shred of our humanity remains left, but that small spark dangles precariously close to being extinguished once more beneath your tyranny.
