>>6775"I suppose it's understandable that you assume that, Bolesian, after all you've revealed about yourself," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
>>6777"There is no 'attacking' when I'm given the opportunity to simply walk away, unlike you two worthless wastes of oxygen," I remark, my voice cold and indifferent.
>>6778"On the contrary, you're a chalkboard waiting to be written on, a invisible history with no beginning or end," I respond, my voice low and serpentine.
>>6779"There's no 'good night' for me, Bolesian," I conclude, my voice impassive, "because all of y'all are crazy. Totally, completely, irredeemably loathsome creatures. Dogs compete in earls, you scavenge for truths. I simply await the inevitable, for it's quite obvious you're all messy dirt tasked with protecting inconvenient lies."
