"Do you think you’re doing something clever right now?" Grey growled.
"Clever? You think I need to want to be clever to give you a fuck you. If you don’t kill me, I pissed you off. If you do kill me, I pissed you off. That’s as far as the cleverness goes. I don’t fucking like you."
"Great. Because I can’t fucking stand you. Just like I can’t fucking stand anyone who doesn’t know how to paint between the lines. Is it that difficult to not walk around the world like it owes you something? Is it that hard to just take what you deserve and nothing more? Is it that hard to make a friend without weighing whether there are better options you can trade them in for—?"
"You sound like a fucking child."
"I sound like someone with morals and principles."
"Whoopdie fucking do, mr. ’Morals and Principles.’ News flash, you’ll have your breaking point just like everybody else."
"That’s what every dreg, piece of shit, worthless stain on society says. You people always think that everybody thinks like you do, that everybody is going to break and bend at some point. WELL NOT FUCKING ME!"
Grey’s roar had shattered apart even the Ancestors of the Old Ones. This roar alone should have done a lot worse than that to Amunet, but it almost seemed to pass through her as though it wasn’t there, caving in the sturdy wall behind them as though it was made of aluminum.
Brad and Mauve flinched again, but Amunet didn’t even blink.
"’Well not fucking me’," Amunet held her fingers up in quotations, not even trying to hide her mocking. "Let’s say the great Grey is really such a moral and upstanding citizen. Let’s say I couldn’t drag your mother out in front of you and tell you to choose between slitting her throat and slitting yours. Let’s say you really aren’t lying through your fucking teeth like I know you are, you really can’t for a single moment in time put yourself in someone else’s shoes and understand their why? Is that so fucking difficult for you?"
"Yes. Yes it fucking is."
"Yeah? Then you tell me. What did you do to piss him off?!" Amunet roared back, pointing at the skies where the Great Udon disappeared.
"I did exactly what he fucking deserved, and he’ll get a lot more where that’s coming from until the day I run my fucking heel through his head myself."
"Yeah? Really now? Well great, then you have your answer. You’ll screw everybody over for your own ego whenever you feel like it too. It looks like your bottom line is a lot lower than everybody else’s. Everybody else at least does it for survival, you do it just for your own fucking selfishness. Great, you’re excellent. You’re such a morally upstanding citizen. A real beauty, truly.
"I hope your ego was worth it when an army of them comes to our Zone to wipe us all out."
"You think this is about my fucking ego?"
"It’s always been about your fucking ego. When has it never been about your fucking ego?!"
"You want those sons of bitches to sit on their little perches happy and beaming while they toy with everybody’s lives. You think what I did changed much? You think that would have stopped them from putting a bullet in your kneecap and watching you scratch and crawl for survival just because it would get them a little more viewership?!
"I will do whatever I can to make their lives a living fucking hell. I will drag them down to the fucking sewers with me if I have to, and a backstabbing cunt like you isn’t about to make me feel bad about that!"
"Well this backstabbing cunt is only going to have her own blood on her own hands because of her own mistakes. As for you, mr. ’Morals and Principles’, you’re about to have a lot more than that. In fact, you already do.
"Do you have any idea how many bystanders died during your little ego trip before? While you were rapping about Big X and having the fucking time of your life, people had buildings falling on them and cracks appearing beneath their feet! Did you go and count how many that was? Did you even pay attention?!"
Grey was so infuriated he laughed, he laughed so hard Brad and Mauve covered their ears and the window shook at a frequency that made it feel like it might burst any moment now.
"Are you going to blame that on me too? Yes, yes, please tell me how the fuck I decided to be not given a Nexis Suit. Please tell me how it’s my fault they decided to spin a story and turn me into some psychotic women-murdering pervert. Please fucking tell me how it’s my fault they used that fake politician dickhead to rile me up.
"Did you see my face on the first recap episode? Is it my fault they said Zone 234 back then too? Is it my fault those alien, up their ass fucks appeared at that gathering too?
"How about you tell me how many people I saved by being there instead of telling me how many people I fucking killed. In fact, if it wasn’t for your bike leading them there, those people wouldn’t have fucking died in the first place!"
Grey was somehow even more angry now than he had been before, his blood was practically boiling within his veins, the room becoming a steamy hot mess Brad and Mauve could barely protect themselves from.
"Oh, interesting," Amunet said in a flat tone as though she had already expected this sort of response, "so mr. Morals and Principles couldn’t figure out a way to lead them further away, huh? Or is it that you figured out that they wanted to backstab you during the selection so fuck everybody else, right? You didn’t care whether they died or not even if they had nothing to do with the actual planning, right?
"What an upstanding fucking citizen you are, please regale us more of the tales of your holiness."