Weren't you the one who got me involved? Back before I knew what was going on even. You can't really blame other people for the crimes you've committed yourself.
You really misunderstand Ryuugamine-senpai a lot huh? I think it's okay to excuse myself for not understanding him every time I didn't remember, but you've been through this so many times I can only assume you're a hopeless case of someone who can't learn.
Shut up. It's only because the starting point is too advanced that it's such a pain. But even so, it'd be easier if manipulative little freaks like you didn't exist.
No matter how I look at it, it's really hard to figure out how Blue Square was ever threatened by a gang led by such an idiot.
Ah, well, that still leaves us with the matter of how you're going to convince me not to tell Ryuugamine-senpai about you. Of course, you could kill me, but that only works this time, and then you have to think about the next.
Though I could be if watching you fail again and again on your own got boring enough. But ultimately anything I do won't change the fact that you're going to lose and lose and lose.
[That stings. Mainly because after this long, it's hard to convince himself to get up and try every time things reset. He's failed a lot, it's true -- it look likes he has no chance of winning, and he's keenly aware of that fact. But Aoba doesn't have any right to tell him so. This monstrous little brat has no right to prod at the deepest, most tender wound he has.
It's not belief in his ability to succeed that makes him lose his composure and take a swing. It's pure and utter loathing and the lashing out of something cornered.]
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Ah, well, that still leaves us with the matter of how you're going to convince me not to tell Ryuugamine-senpai about you. Of course, you could kill me, but that only works this time, and then you have to think about the next.
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[He shrugs.]
Even if I didn't have an idea, you've failed successively for about fifty tries now. Or is it longer?
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Though I could be if watching you fail again and again on your own got boring enough. But ultimately anything I do won't change the fact that you're going to lose and lose and lose.
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It's not belief in his ability to succeed that makes him lose his composure and take a swing. It's pure and utter loathing and the lashing out of something cornered.]