You stupid bastard. You [i]stupid[/i] bastard! Say it again! Just try saying that again you selfish, arrogant genius-level prick. You think there's rules, here? You think she wouldn't punch a cripple? Say it again and she just might! God [i]damn[/i] it Victor, you are too smart to be this stupid! How do you do it? How do you always find the dumbest shit to say, even when you're jumped up on Sabrem's zombie gas? God. God! Geniuses are the stupidest motherfuckers on the planet! 

You know what the cure for this is? It's violence. Who cares that Angelica already hit him upside the head with a chair and he's still like this on waking up? He just didn't get hit hard enough, that's all. Well she can fix that. She will fix that. Jesus [i]fucking[/i] christ Victor, do you ever hear yourself when you talk? With your encyclopedic knowledge of every stupid fucking thing capitalist-adjacent society has ever said, do you replay these conversations in your head on a loop while you jerk yourself off? [i]Stupid[/i] little... ok yeah no, that's it. The calendar thing, that's the line. We're doing violence now. Violence is the sweet and simple solution to all of life's problems and it's time to let it do its thing. I call this trick cutting the Gordian Di--

...Euna frowns, and sighs. For the first time since coming back from Hyperborea, she runs a hand through her hair. Then both at once. She steps slowly, very carefully, off to one side. Out of the line between Victor and Sara. She takes a deep breath through her nose.

And smiles as sweetly as she's ever managed in her life.

"Victor?" she chimes, "Maybe you'd like to stop talking before one of us says or does something you'll regret~"