Esme: ...And that's all you see?
"... fine then. I'll go alone."
~"See. This is what I was talking about. Self centered."~
"Hey. Mybe you should thik about what you're saying little girl. We don't want any "accidents" do we?"
~"Doesn't seem you get it. Maybe I should talk some more sense into you."~
"Yeah dipshit? How are you gonna do that?"
~"Should be easy to insult a fat. Ugly. Bitch."~
"That's gonna get you to hell. You'll be torchered by going to heaven. Since you hate it so much."
~"Shut up. I'm not going anywhere. Guess you'll have to lose that bet and prove how much of a pathetic loser you are."~
"I am not. A PATHETIC LOSER!"
¬*he grabs Klara by the throat*¬
"You wana say that one more time..."
~"N-no. Sir."~
¬*he throws her onto the floor*¬
"good job. I'm eaving now."
¬*he flies off*¬
~"see. He's a terile person with no heart. I'm surprised he didn't take those gloves off and kill me."~