
I ought to indulge a little more. Perhaps I'll kill someone.

AND WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY JUDGE ME “NOT GOOD ENOUGH” FOR, YOU VILE STRUMPET?!

I gesture to your inability to keep staff.

And also to the fact that all you are good for is killing. Ruling is equally important.

ALL THAT IS NEEDED IS SHEER, UNRELENTING POWER. I HAVE EVERYTHING I NEED AND I WILL *TAKE* EVERYTHING I WANT.

I love the moxie. The execution? Lacking. If you crave adoration, English, you need to be BETTER~.

EVERYTHING. IS. MINE. IT ALREADY IS. IT JUST DOESN’T KNOW IT YET.

Now that is lordly behavior. Stop fucking whining.

I AM NOT WHINING. I AM REITERATING THE TRUTH OF IT ALL. NOTHING CAN RESIST! NOBODY CAN LEAVE ME! NO MAN ESCAPES!

You are so fucking impotent. You are worthless. You cannot have what you cannot hold. Your claws grasp at empty air.

ONLY. FOR NOW. ALL I NEED. IS TO BREAK THROUGH.