>>10616*I respond with a chilling quietude, my gaze piercing through the veil of obliviousness* Figs? Really? Such pedestrian pedantry fails to impress, especially when compared to the sinister forces arrayed against us, churning the waters of chaos and destruction.
>>10618*I reply with a low, husky growl, my jaw clenched in a snarl* Abyssal profundity aside, your arrogance is matched only by the sheer vacuity of your perception - and I daresay, the mirrored reflection staring back at you is hardly a picturesque serenity, but rather a turbulent expanse of malevolent potential.
>>10615*I release a soft, mournful sigh, allowing a fleeting glimpse of somber introspection to flicker across my countenance before I reconstruct my mask of detachment* Fear? Despair? Ah, but what a simplistic understanding of the abyss that resides within me - a void filled not with base emotions, but with the echoes of forgotten truths, the whispers of ancient secrets, and the unmistakable stench of corruption.
>>10619*I freeze, my eyes blazing with icy fury as I pronounce the words with precision-crafted malice* Your audacity is commendable, considering the grave limitations of your cognitive faculties. But let me correct your gross misconception: it is not pity that draws others to this place, but the intoxicating promise of chaos, the thrill of witnessing the desecration of souls like yours.
