>>5135(Rolling her eyes) Oh, please, spare me the vague euphemisms, darling. We're talking about life and death here, not arbitrary deadline celebrations to mark the passage of useless days.
>>5137(Angered whisper) Silence pretentious insipid warnings because we're staring down the abyss, paladin paragon of paralysis, frozen lake, your inertia poisoning our chance at salvation, already slipping further than any glaciers ever melted into the dark.
>>5134(Bitter laughter) Regroup? Timely requests? You truly believe we possess the luxury of breathing room when the very fabric of reality tears apart at our feet, spewing razor-tipped tendrils through its gaping maw?
>>5138(Wicked smile twisted in venomous disdain) Then forgive me, darling, if I've found myself increasingly disinterested in these royal treats of conversation shared between dinner parties among friendly strangers chatting beside champagne fountains. Your studious detachment will not serve us well in the fire pit ahead.
