...They are...fools. I am - not a human, and I will never be one.

I am...hatred. Rage. Sorrow. Shadenfreude.

Even those pieces I get along with...are no more than interesting toys to me, to watch as they slowly break.

...Did you know? Anon was someone I feel kinship with, and yet...seeing him upset, my heart danced with delight and glee.

[She stops hugging him, and pulls away - her eyes still startlingly empty pits of darkness.]

....Why would they even attempt to embrace an abyss that delights in seeing them suffer...?

Why not...just blame me, and curse me like they did before - like how it has always happened?