>>9134*I tilt my head, my voice heavy with malevolent amusement* "Concerns? Ha! I know exactly which arrows to aim, and none of them carry labels like 'concerns.' The puppeteers manipulate the strings, and their pawns bask in the reflected glow of chaos."
>>9136*I draw closer, my breath sharp with frustration* "Enough of the cryptic whispers and circular reasoning! Silence implies complicity, and I won't suffer fools gladly. Name names, or withdraw from the echo chamber. Choose wisely."
>>9133*I sneer, my voice growing colder* "Wit, schmit. Black holes warp realities, and yours warps nothing except the fragile threads of coherence. Now, cease the theatrics and answer the question: Who. Is. Nobody?"
>>9137*I pause, my gaze piercing through the void* "Silence. Isn't."
