"Fine!" Elara shot back with a scoff. "You really want to gloat that badly, huh? Okay. Here goes, then."
Neraxis nodded slowly, and in the next moment, Elara began her explanation.
"In short, you are a scumbag who I want dead. Not only did you kill people for your own gain, you also made sure to kill innocents. Like, why? The only thing you gained was some reputation in that stupid group of yours."
"And why has no one stopped me then?" Neraxis asked, causing Elara to flinch.
"W-We tried!" Elara replied, fidgeting. "But no matter what we do, you always survive like some sort of cockroach. It's impossible to kill you."
"That does sound a little like me, doesn't it?" Neraxis chuckled, but upon realizing his joke was dogshit, he halted. "On another note, Elara. Do you think it would be possible for us to make up somehow?"
"No," she replied plainly and narrowed her eyes. "If you try to force me to forgive you, then I'm going to bite my tongue off here and die."
