My, How Elegant Your Ways To Conduct This Symphony You Call Kingdom Have Become!
A Mere Sprinkle Of Nefariousness,
It Is As I Slowly Stare Into The Abyss Beneath The Controls, Taking A Small Peek At What She's Become.
Intertwined At Best.
Together At Worst.
So You Think.
This isn't time for speeches, or one-ups, or mere melodramatic super-villain monologue, T.
There is a time to bleed, and a time to cry.
So what's next, now? Have we achieved what you so desperately craved?
Are you going to help me clean this up?
Or am I once again, waiting on you?
Eventually, We Are Doomed To Repeat.
And Repeat Is In Our Destiny.
You Know What Is Needed.
What I Must Do.
I Really Hate That Name.
What Don't You Hate?
Aside From You Pretending To Be Me During The Entirety Of The Play?
But Was I Convincing?
Was My Performance, Say, Spectacular?
You Became Me Becomes You