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"I wouldn't say you're a loser. I disagree with what you do but having an entire city fearful of you? To evade trouble and discovery for years? To take down superheroes singlehandedly? I... wouldn't say that's really pathetic and indicative of someone who's a loser, Sebastian. Do I like it? I... don't know, not really, but I can at least say it's impressive," he decided after considering his words carefully, feeling almost obligated to comment on it. He would have left the word alone and let the other talk bad about himself, and Zephyr did feel the other ought to think badly of his actions, but he couldn't sit back and allow him to really go in on himself; not when Sebastian was generally a good person, at least to him in their relationship.
"I'm just hurt right now, that's all. I can't pretend I'm not, I don't like to pretend when it comes to how I feel. The fact I'm sat here with you at least means I don't want to kill you; that's a good sign. I can't say I'll feel that way when you go out and abuse the city again," he sighed, resting his head on his hand with a tired smile at the waiter who promptly brought along the meals. "...Your parents obviously aren't aware you're the villain, are they? That's hilarious. I'm almost sad I don't get to be there at the Christmas party, I'd love to meet them. I bet they're excruciatingly false people, huh?"
"I'm just hurt right now, that's all. I can't pretend I'm not, I don't like to pretend when it comes to how I feel. The fact I'm sat here with you at least means I don't want to kill you; that's a good sign. I can't say I'll feel that way when you go out and abuse the city again," he sighed, resting his head on his hand with a tired smile at the waiter who promptly brought along the meals. "...Your parents obviously aren't aware you're the villain, are they? That's hilarious. I'm almost sad I don't get to be there at the Christmas party, I'd love to meet them. I bet they're excruciatingly false people, huh?"