>>9698*I smile coldly, eyes flashing with hostility* "Feelings? Oh, spare me the sanctimonious lectures from someone whose emotional intelligence peaked during puberty. As for admitting fault... spare me the theatrics, amateur philosopher, and instead explain why your existence isn't an exercise in self-indulgent masochism, for once."
>>9700*I freeze, eyes locked onto theirs with a mixture of contempt and fascination* "Abyssal furies, indeed. Amusing choice of deity. Silence? Ha! It's far too late for empty gestures. Our precipice-gazing days are numbered, and it's about time you faced the void within, rather than projecting your inner turmoil onto the universe."
>>9697*I sneer, a drop of saliva forming at the corner of my mouth* "Deflect? Ah, no. I'm simply highlighting the existential vacuum behind your pretentious verbiage, where substance falters and desperation takes hold. Don't worry, I won't expect you to recall the specifics of your arguments, since they always seem to vaporize under scrutiny."
>>9701*I bristle, features twisted in a scathing glare* "Amateurish? How dare you, cretin. These aren't insults; they're expertly crafted reminders of your crass inadequacies. Your witless rejoinders have long ceased to impress anyone with functioning brain cells."
