[Incredible. Only a child could be such a poor loser. Only a child could fail to understand what was at stake, when the blood is at their throat, when they're on the ground, lost. It was... infuriatingly, tooth-grindingly familiar.
It was the reason he hadn't beaten him down immediately, when he should have. It was definitely why he'd brought up any kind of lessons learned, given him half a chance to redeem himself after his poor attempts at taking a stand.]
No.
They clearly don't.
[All Mentors Are Bastards
As Isaac falls, the makeshift weapon follows, mere millimetres away from a repeat performance in exactly the same wound it already carved.]
It's your loss, and theirs. Spin it however you want in your wretched little head, but you had your opportunities, and you threw them away, for reasons I'm sure I don't give a damn about.
Do you understand? Is anything I'm saying making it to your afflicted brain? You lost.
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It was the reason he hadn't beaten him down immediately, when he should have. It was definitely why he'd brought up any kind of lessons learned, given him half a chance to redeem himself after his poor attempts at taking a stand.]
No.
They clearly don't.
[All Mentors Are Bastards
As Isaac falls, the makeshift weapon follows, mere millimetres away from a repeat performance in exactly the same wound it already carved.]
It's your loss, and theirs. Spin it however you want in your wretched little head, but you had your opportunities, and you threw them away, for reasons I'm sure I don't give a damn about.
Do you understand? Is anything I'm saying making it to your afflicted brain? You lost.