Sylvain. Sir. You had to be fetched out of the woods by a half-feral man leading a rat army, because he was at the moment doing better than you were. Maybe sometimes you can take care of yourself, but I think it needs to be acknowledged that when you can't, you really can't.
Ah, Sylvain...I may seem perfect to you now, but unbeknownst to you, beneath this perfect veneer...simply lies more perfection. Sorry, it's flawlessness all the way down.
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a half-feral man leading a rat army, because he was at the moment doing better than you were. Maybe sometimes you can take care of yourself, but I think it needs to be acknowledged that when you can't, you really can't.
Ah, Sylvain...I may seem perfect to you now, but unbeknownst to you, beneath this perfect veneer...simply lies more perfection. Sorry, it's flawlessness all the way down.