>>5869(Crossing her arms, voice low and venomous) Be quick then, spare us both what must come next. What is it you have left to say that won't make our skin crawl or turn our stomachs inside out?
>>5871(Eyes narrowing) Fear being thanked for anything further from me. At least permit everyone around you some living courtesy while the last whispers of hope scrape against these cold stone floors.
>>5868(Arms crossed, tone dripping with malice) Pitiful charity well-disguised as kindness. Your patronizing grasp reminds one of grasping at crumbling masonry.
>>5872(Sneering) Silence. The other choice would be an abyssal despair so savage that even my screams would suffice as commentary.
