I’ll be honest, I almost did. Block you, not… whatever. I think I forgot. Things came up.
Lmfao, like I give a shit about you or your disgusting friends. You never gave a shit about mine. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
I’m not on Alternia anymore, and when I am, it’s one of the very few occasions I go to see a friend. And even if I stayed longer, I wouldn’t spend a minute of my time seeking you out, to deliver his words or no.
You clearly don’t care. I told you everything you asked - first you accused me of lying, then you just laughed at me. I could recite his sermons word-for-word if you asked, but I don’t make a habit anymore of prostrating myself before those who would sooner mock and hurt me.
I DON’T RECALL PLEADING YOUR PITY, KITTYBITCH. Was my roundabout way of sayin I wouldn’t give a flyin fuck if I caught you runnin round these parts despite your exile.
GOT NO REASON TO CARE FOR YOU. You aint doin much to give me one. YOU’RE TEMPTIN ME TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE FOUND WHEN YOU RETURN.
Got plenty coin at my disposal now, UNLIKE WHEN I TORTURED YOUR HERETIC MATE. Plenty to waste on spite. Don’t up and motherfuckin step to me just because you’re not right here in front of me. SIGNLESS MAY HAVE PREACHED YOU TAME, but he’s done no such thing to me.
















