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Illy grunted, a little perturbed. "Know you? Of course I barley know you, you like a itty bitty clam that you can't open up no matter what." He formed his hands together in an example of a clam and shook them. "It was you who said... 'You have your secrets and I have mine' blah blah blah." Then he started looking for the bandage wrap he had taken off earlier. He didn't care if it were bloody he needed to put something on. "You also take accidents like it happened on purpose and make people pay for it. You can't even tell me why you hate Terrellian's, and I think I have been patient about that. I see your insulting looks and your disdain, and it makes me sick. Heck would your mother approve? Would your father?"
(almost there, he's got to get riled up, he's more patient than she is)
Callabine stiffened and slowly turned to face Illykran, her eyes dark with rage. "
How dare you! How
dare you say such a thing! You have no idea what my life is like! And don't you
ever ask
me what
my mother would think! She was a
much better person than
you, and she never bragged about how great she was or what famous battles she had been in! She always told me the truth about battles, how battles are just an excuse for the people who won to brag about their so-called great deeds, while glossing over the fact that they have killed someone's son or wife or husband or daughter, or niece, nephew, uncle, aunt, or cousin! That they have torn someone's family in a way that can never be healed! When was the last time you saw the
losing side's account of the battle in a history book? And my hatred of Terrellians is no concern of yours!
I make
you sick? It is you who needs to open your eyes to what goes on around you! Terrellians are not saints, they do horrible things just like all the other races!" She clenched her fists, her hands trembling with fury, then slammed her fist down on the table. Cracks spread across the tabletop before the legs snapped off and the table collapsed.