She scoffed, brushed him off, and it made Lel angry. The insolent little- But no he would keep himself under control, at least for a moment longer. Sooner or later one of them would break and either way she would regret it. He shrugged off her observation. It was true that he saw himself as better, he was after all, greatness incarnate. She would to stalk away again, inconsequential words spouting from her as though she were a fountain, rigged only to spew nothingness. Just as suddenly she spun around and he smirked at her.
"You know, it must be so nice living in that twisted little world of yours, do you even see the same things I see, or is everything rosy and warped to you?" He faked a gasp, quickly turning his head away as if avoiding her gaze. " I am wounded!" He spoke, sarcasm dripping from his voice. " You have no idea what it is like to be me!" He looked at her again, that malicious grin on his face again. "As for what I see," he moved towards her, "How about you laying at my feet, painting the ground with your blood, while I chew upon your insolent tongue?"
"Speech"
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