"All Those Repressed Emotions Getting To Your Head?" Mister Sir had no time to deal with a fake, and it seemed as though in the emotional frenzy, Chauncey had lost his mind. "So Weak..." The hand that lunged savagely as Mister Sir's face would be met with a burning face of fire, no longer physical, but completely ethereal, as the flame, itself. The moment Chauncey, in Mister Sir's Image, stuck his hand into Mister Sir's face, all of the great and powerful Wrath that was within him being reflected would be absorbed thoroughly into Mister Sir and tempered properly, drawing in the Demon of Pride into himself and scorching it to cinders through the very flames that ignited its own burning hatred. "Worth NOTHING To Me." With such a fragile mind due to the repressed emotions from trying to keep up an image that just was not so, during the fall from grace, the Demon of Pride made simple, folly and ignorant mistakes that were all out of the emotional surplus, something like an open wound in a heart never ceasing to pour out blood. "Must Have Lost Your Goddamn Mind; Fighting Fire With Fire." Mister Sir stepped forward and literally walked through the image placed before him without any issue nor concern, and even adjusted his burning gloves as he did, as if paying the Demon of Pride no mind. It would burn up before him and behind him, and all Wrath would become One in Mister Sir. "My Work Here Is Done."

Now, what Mister Sir had to do was catch up to the group and fill them in on what happened before they met back up, and explain to them along the way who and what was waiting for them in the next part at the West Gate. "They're Going To Need A Recap, Or They Might Just Walk Right Into Greed's Money Trap." He sucked his teeth and sneered at just the thought of it, and what he did. His own memories flashed before his eyes, and a flashback of how it all happened would begin as he walked off toward the Great Darkness to rejoin and inform the Group.