[He made a public call out on the network after the announcement. He's sure Elias already saw it but he probably tuned it out. It wasn't a glowing review of him so why should he listen.
Phil really shouldn't be contacting him directly. Hell, half of his brain screams at him as he writes this to turn back, but he wanted Elias to know. He wanted Elias to know how despite everything the Fog did, the most scared he's ever been in this hellhole was all thanks to him.]
So your precious Cube is fixed.
All the complaining you did about what horrible people we were and it's back after two months like nothing happened.
[He wonders if he should stop there. Let the thought linger, but...]
I hope you're happy.
Happy that your precious building that took you barely any time to fix and probably cost you nothing was worth more than me. Worth more than having to live in fear of killing the few things in this universe that I care about.
Do you know that I'm friends with people who follow you? Shocker I know. What would happen if I lost control and killed them. Would you feel bad for me? Would you regret having one of your followers killed? Would you care if I started crying in agony feeling their dying thoughts, still unsatisfied? Or would you just chalk it up to "well Fog also does bad things so why should I give a shit".
You probably stopped reading by now, I bet. Probably rolling your eyes and thinking that I'm a shallow, selfish bastard who only cares about himself. You're right, I am. But at least I own up to it, and at least I don't make people who disagree with me live in fear of what I'll do to them if they step out of line.
I guess my point is, if your goal was making me afraid of you, you accomplished it. Congratulations.
[He's forcing himself to not respond with anything Elias's posts. In his mind, nothing he could say could make up for the fear he lived under, especially over something so inconsequential.]
Post Cube Announcement
Phil really shouldn't be contacting him directly. Hell, half of his brain screams at him as he writes this to turn back, but he wanted Elias to know. He wanted Elias to know how despite everything the Fog did, the most scared he's ever been in this hellhole was all thanks to him.]
So your precious Cube is fixed.
All the complaining you did about what horrible people we were and it's back after two months like nothing happened.
[He wonders if he should stop there. Let the thought linger, but...]
I hope you're happy.
Happy that your precious building that took you barely any time to fix and probably cost you nothing was worth more than me. Worth more than having to live in fear of killing the few things in this universe that I care about.
Do you know that I'm friends with people who follow you? Shocker I know. What would happen if I lost control and killed them. Would you feel bad for me? Would you regret having one of your followers killed? Would you care if I started crying in agony feeling their dying thoughts, still unsatisfied? Or would you just chalk it up to "well Fog also does bad things so why should I give a shit".
You probably stopped reading by now, I bet. Probably rolling your eyes and thinking that I'm a shallow, selfish bastard who only cares about himself. You're right, I am.
But at least I own up to it, and at least I don't make people who disagree with me live in fear of what I'll do to them if they step out of line.
I guess my point is, if your goal was making me afraid of you, you accomplished it.
Congratulations.
[He's forcing himself to not respond with anything Elias's posts. In his mind, nothing he could say could make up for the fear he lived under, especially over something so inconsequential.]