Its not my fault that the heir chose to ingratiate himself with the chauffer whom is apart of /your/ tale. call it a crossover event.

[You are nothing, you and your subject are more failed outcomes. You act like you know me, you're both just strangers.]

You know nothing about what 'outcomes' are, mysterious breadth, to me, you are a balaclava, a mask, I know nothing /about/ you. that doesn't matter to me though, you are but a witness to the consequences of your actions and how your rook of choice maneuvered on its own with them. And what? you wish to punish the rook for doing what it does?

[I'm simply asking for you to stay in your lane as the kids say. Don't like your eyes on me.]

And that I already /am/ I don't need to hear it from someone else.