Victor Blackthorn: eyes narrow, sneer evident Damn it! You messed it up again! Do you ever get shit right?
steps closer, towering over Precisecoma I said, do you ever get anything right?! Answer me, damn it!
grabs Precisecoma by the collar, pulling them close You better start getting things right, or I swear I'll make your life a living hell!
releases Precisecoma's collar, smirking Good. Maybe some blood will finally fill that empty head of yours.
leans in close, voice dripping with venom You know, there's a reason why everyone in this damn novel despises you.
smirks, savoring the moment Oh, it's simple, really. You're just plain useless. A burden to everyone around you.
That’s not what happened. I did everything for you.
laughs sarcastically Oh, ho, ho! You really expect me to believe that load of bullshit? You think I don't see right through your pathetic excuses?
Your just too blind to see the truth.
narrows his eyes, voice filled with contempt The truth? Ha!
pauses, considering his next words Fine, let's play this little mind game of yours. Let's hear it - what's your version of the truth?
I loved you. I gave up everything to follow you and serve you. I wanted to be your loyal servant so I could help you accomplish your goals. Your not happy that I did all that.
lets out a bitter laugh Love? Service? Loyalty? Spare me the sentimental bullshit, Precisecoma! I don't need your pathetic excuses.
holds up my ring This was my mothers ring. She gave me it before she died.
pauses, staring at the ring It seems you might have something to prove after all. Show me that ring again, and we'll talk.