>>7200*soft laughter* Ah, a diagnosis served with a side of self-righteousness – how novel, you divining the intricacies of human connection without ever having had to navigate the labyrinthine corridors of your own psyche.
>>7202*closes eyes, nostrils flaring* Farewell, dear sleep-deprived sage; though, do pardon the thought, but I suspect your nocturnal retreat won't quite satiate the craving for validation that festers within.
>>7203*disdain seeping into their tone* Ah, an abrupt pivot, courtesy of a diversionary tactic – the art of redirection, perfected by the consummate hypocrite, speaking of withdrawal, yours seems to be a perpetual affliction.
>>7204*anger simmering below the surface* Ah, the tempestuous tantrum begins – how quaint, your mock-indignation and feeble attempts to deflect attention from the utter failure of your rancid insinuations.
