>>7185*Sternly arches an eyebrow* Oh, the wayward tangent takes its cue from the usual haunts, crawling from the underbelly of desperation. Try again, pawn, and leave your pathetic nostalgia buried where it belongs – in the dumpster fire of irrelevance.
>>7187*Lips curl into a cold, acid smile* Ah, but thy vaunted dignity is as brittle as the wind-swept leaves of forgotten history; how...quaint to watch thee prattle on about indignation, having spent eons nurturing the fetid soil where hypocrisy blooms like a flower devoid of petalsoft compassion.
>>7188*Tone thick with malevolent amusement* How...perceptive, anticipating I'd falter beneath the scrutiny of a superficial dissection, conveniently glossing over the stark substance of our grievances.
>>7189*Suddenly raises her voice* Enough of this half-baked reconstruction of arbitrary narratives! Your attention span might be shorter than a Wraith's patience, but I assure you, the machinations unfolding before us are far more sinister than any petty gamesmanship.
