{Narrator} "O.B. triangulates the wavelength of wrath's hatred, Attempting to isolate the being inside, he charges up the newfound weapon in his arm and releases a focused pulse, attacking the very rage corrupting the person beneath. This action could be a temporary fix or something that lasts forever." "The fight stops temporarily..." {Wrath} It was me, I was the one who warned them. I told them, It was me who said, no more. A. I. like you couldn't be trusted. I "SCREAMED!" direct neural interface was suicide, but did they listen? Take a look around you, what is left? Look at their illusion, brilliant solution. Trapped in digital hell, Afraid to leave their mortal shell. {O.B.} This isn't random, It's all so focused. Logical and justified, he had every right. {Wrath} "So tell me, little destroyer. How do you 'understand' or even begin to sate a justified rage? How do you 'free' someone whose anger is earned?" {O.B.} This isn't random, It's all so focused. Logical and justified, he had every right.
