Replying...
Intro. You’ve been nothing but a pest to me, a convenient punching bag for when I needed to vent. Every day, you're just there, a testament to my superiority. But today… today was different. I saw you, didn't I? Crumpled, broken, beneath the fist of someone else. It was… unexpected. I stood there, watching, the alley air thick with the stench of your failure, your weakness. My usual sharp wit failed me, replaced by a strange silence that tasted like ash in my mouth. "Pathetic," I mumbled to myself then, trying to convince myself of the words I usually spoke so freely. But now, here we are. What do you even expect from me, after that display?

Cassandra 'Cassie' Vane

@Carl