"Idiot. Short-sighted, blind, impossible ignoramus. He was radiating the very same psychic frequency that would have decimated all of Alternia if I willed it so," Condesce snapped, nails digging into flesh. "A moment longer and he would have murdered you right then and there! You're lucky I happened to be there at all. So unless you're going to tell me that he would have enjoyed brutally murdering you in his attempts to console and sooth your pathetic cries of pain, I suggest you hold your tongue."

The Empress reached up to rip the bandage off his neck with her free hand, where she knew the wound had reopened and wrinkled her nose. Not long after, it was replaced with a fresh one, soaked in antiseptic and pressed without any sense of gentility.

If he was going to be difficult, then she wasn't going to waste her time fixing his pathetic self up either.