[That anger truly is the gift that keeps on giving. Lobelia smiles, head innocently tipped to one side, and takes his time to appraise Vergilius' anger. That sneer, teeth gritted and poised to tear flesh from bone, and oh, how Lobelia wishes he would rend him where he stands.]
Where yours is, Vergilius. We're bound for the same place, you and I, and that much was true even before we met.
[Men who live only to destroy have no place among the clouds. When they burn eternally for their sins, they'll be burning together.]
You know... The longer you linger here, simmering in your furie, the fewer excuses I can make for our union. Facts are immutable things, so rather than fight it, why don't you take some time away to let it soak in? Relax!
[He'll kindly let Vergilius go for now, but oh, he'll be back for him. If anything is certain, it's that Lobelia will return for what is his.]
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Where yours is, Vergilius. We're bound for the same place, you and I, and that much was true even before we met.
[Men who live only to destroy have no place among the clouds. When they burn eternally for their sins, they'll be burning together.]
You know... The longer you linger here, simmering in your furie, the fewer excuses I can make for our union. Facts are immutable things, so rather than fight it, why don't you take some time away to let it soak in? Relax!
[He'll kindly let Vergilius go for now, but oh, he'll be back for him. If anything is certain, it's that Lobelia will return for what is his.]