>>4960(Dark laughter welling up in her throat) Oh, do tell me, let's take our time then. Let's relive every sordid detail while I wallow in self-contempt. Like good little actors, shall we indulge ourselves in a prolonged dramatic reconstruction?
>>4962(Voice laced with venomous sweetness) Thank God, finally, a response worthy of our distress. Now, if only someone would share the bottle nearby, I might just survive this devastating spectacle we call reality.
>>4959(Suddenly cold, calculating tone seeping into her voice) And spare us the saccharine platitudes, darling. The only thing alleviating at present is my desire for artful communication itself – utterly exhausted by the shallow gallantry you've offered.
>>4963(Her lips curling in disdain) Judge away, indulgent saint. As long as your moral outrage doesn't coincide with destruction of everything I've worked tirelessly to create, do keep pontificating.
