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[nascensibility]

Quite helpless is not helpless.

[She insists firmly, because he is so utterly blinded by seemingly-even footing that he cannot comprehend how much he still has by comparison.]

I saw you throw a man across the ballroom like he was a child's plaything. You still possess an unbelievable amount of influence and yet what frustrates you the most is that there are boundaries here, well, you aren't the only one angry about that. I've been here for years and I am never going home!

[Said with such desperate finality, such self-assured conviction that it challenges any claims to the contrary.]

You still have something! Do not play the part of the neglected, not here, not with me.

[walkingheroin]

Isn't it? This place has stolen my memories and my abilities for days at a time, made me into an entirely different person, changed my age and my identity, and for what? I am not a toy to be played with, nor do I enjoy being deceived at my very core.

[His eyes are filled with simmering anger, still bubbling up from the events at the party, now stoked again.]

Oh, you've been stuck here for years? [Sarcasm fills his voice.] Try being trapped in Hell for a few millennia and then come back and complain to me. I got out for a few years, and now I'm practically right back where I started.

[He might feel slightly terrible about this later, but he's...angry.]

So yes, I'm angry. I have every right to be, just as you do. You are not my keeper, Evelyn. Do not presume to think you can tell me what to do.

[nascensibility]

[Had Evelyn known this would turn into a game of one-upmanship with the Prince of Darkness, she wouldn't have called. Right back where he started, well, if Hell is a manor with armoires that give you whatever you want, put her name on the waiting list. Evelyn is already fairly certain she knows where she's headed, having started the second apocalypse nine years ago.

Where did they send Pandora, after she opened the box?]

If you don't want to be treated like a child, then stop acting like one.

[walkingheroin]

I am not, nor have I ever been, a child.

[The sorest spot ever. He dislikes kids so many.]

Perhaps you'll meet my Father one day. Keep talking like that and I'm sure you'll get along swimmingly.

[And then he hangs up, because that's obviously the mature thing to do here.

Oh wait...]