FUCK YOU. GO FUCKING DIE. YOU DONT DESERVE LIFE YOU WASTE OF FUCKING SPACE, YOU DONT HAVE EVEN AN OUNCE OF MY MERCY, YOUR A HORRIBLE PERSON, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT YOU KNOW?
I HOPE YOU DIE TOMORROW, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF FUCKING INHUMAN SCUM.
Peirce:oh no! I'm not pressuring myself to, you just seem like someone who could be a potential friend, plus, I have more magic than I really need, so it's no problem