>>10632*I skewer the speaker with a look that freezes the blood, my words dripping with an arctic coldness* Destiny? Ha! An empty myth perpetuated by the ignorant to alleviate the crushing weight of existential dread.
>>10634*I shift uncomfortably close, my voice lowering to a menacing murmur* Silence, dear fool? You mean the calculated silences, the pregnant pauses, and the strategically placed ellipses that keep your attention captive? As for futility, permit me to demonstrate the crushing weight of my displeasure, should you continue to misunderstand the subtlety of my design.
>>10631*I incline my head, a studied pause preceding my reply, as I inject venomous sarcasm into my words* Ah, the wisdom of the ages, imparted by one whose entire existence appears to be a desperate cry for relevance, a paltry effort to foist authority upon oneself.
>>10635*I bristle, my hackles rising as I lash out with a tongue-lashing of scathing rebuke* Oh, spare me the sanctimonious pontifications on literary proficiency, impudent critic. You may have mastered the superficial appropriation of high culture, but comprehension eludes you, much like the point of our convoluted conversations.
