You know it’s a special kind of stupid. 

Who unprompted decides to set up a scenario in which his entire family. Would be at risk of dying in the next five minutes. 

Talking about legacy and property, I’m not really sure; his arteries look weird. Like long term exposure to chemical substance; fuck, odds of reason are dwindling rappidly.

I understand why so many hands are tied where Laeh’s safety is concerned. Least mine aren’t, yet.

The paper carries an aura being brought out by an extremely well choreographed team, and collective taints tightening in happening without me inflicting anything.

Looks weird, but I can negotiate figureings out of a tree so surprise feels doable. 

Just a really weird number of steps for this emotional guy wailing about things, maybe.

“Look man, I don’t have a singular fuck to give about you, or anything related to you.

I am just here because you are doing bad things, inflicting pain, and doubling down. 

so how about you not do whatever the fuck that is; and I don’t need to show this eye sore of tacky mcmansion the business end of a can of whoop ass.

Give up on having your little abuse stall, and we all walk out of here happy and healthy. Never having to worry about shit again.

Or you can do the dumb thing that I choose. I fulfill my promise to this kid and she never has to deal with any of you ever again. 

And you all get to see tomorrow, your call. I'm indifferent so long as a solution is reached.”

And just a whole room of stunned motherfuckers trying to figure out who I am and what gives me the balls to walk into their foyer and give orders.

It would help them to realize that I am the motherfucker, who could destroy them in five seconds. But I promise to be nice.

Considering there’s a child behind me and gore is a problem.

Dumbfucker is Monologing, how did we get from yes or no to many many words. 

Kiddo is scared and shaking behind me. 

Isolated location, no one going near doors. Lots of silence everywhere. except with the hyenas nudging and dancing with a loud kind of glee. 

Looking at their own family as a toy; I know that glimmer behind their sharp edges and shine. Sadists.

Reasoning won't work on any of them, they consider this a manner of propriety. Not Life.

The heartbeats are gleeful.

Pure opposition of the child's fear behind me, resigned horror like the sanctity of trusting adults equals doom one more time. 

That limp noodle has a desk worker build. 

Broad maybe, but extremely delicate like everyone else on this planet. 

“So long as everyone inside of this house of my bloodline breathes. Will my property never have the experience of a free breath beyond these halls!”

The glowing paper is now happening. A ripped, glowing paper. unlike this conversation. 140 bpm behind me, so that’s what an oath is.

I’m inclined to think that the entire reason the dumb fuck does what he does next is because I have tits. 

What a stupid reason to die stupid reason to do anything really.