"Doesn't exist. WON'T NEVER EXIST NO MOTHERFUCKING LONGER!" He shrieks. All control is gone. He hangs on to her and it's in his face, in his posture, in the his voice most all. He's unhinged even beyond his own working. Even the Grand Highblood loses himself though he'd be damned to recognize it now or later.
"What all do you got knowing for? AIN'T NOTHING MORE THAN REBEL SPAWN FILTH," He rambles. "Ain't nothing but a speck under his lookspheres! HAD HIS LADY BY FOR SWEEPS, YOU THINK HE AIN'T KNOW? You with your mere blink of time. THINK HE AIN'T SUSPECT NO TREACHERY!? No. NO! You can't have it! IT'S NOT YOURS! It ain't motherfucking anyones. IT AIN'T NO ONE'S, YOU HEAR?"
He shakes her mid air like a rattle doll, then pins her wallside just like that. He reaches back for a club that appears out of the air. "No one pities the motherfucking Highblood. HE IS NO ONE'S BUT MESSIAHS KIN AND KITH. He is of their blood and he'll not be steered wrong. THEY HAVE POURED REVELATION INTO HIS DUCTS AND YOU SINNERS WILL NOT STEAL IT FROM HIM!"
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"What all do you got knowing for? AIN'T NOTHING MORE THAN REBEL SPAWN FILTH," He rambles. "Ain't nothing but a speck under his lookspheres! HAD HIS LADY BY FOR SWEEPS, YOU THINK HE AIN'T KNOW? You with your mere blink of time. THINK HE AIN'T SUSPECT NO TREACHERY!? No. NO! You can't have it! IT'S NOT YOURS! It ain't motherfucking anyones. IT AIN'T NO ONE'S, YOU HEAR?"
He shakes her mid air like a rattle doll, then pins her wallside just like that. He reaches back for a club that appears out of the air. "No one pities the motherfucking Highblood. HE IS NO ONE'S BUT MESSIAHS KIN AND KITH. He is of their blood and he'll not be steered wrong. THEY HAVE POURED REVELATION INTO HIS DUCTS AND YOU SINNERS WILL NOT STEAL IT FROM HIM!"