The others are lowly, because they do not know of their fate.
You, are neither lowly nor great, because you rebel against your fate.
I am great, because I have learned to acknowledge my fate.
To proclaim that you serve no one, in the face of undeniable truth, is not superiority over me. It is hallmark of a stubborn fool convincing himself that his self-made illusion is true. While I do serve a Lady, I am not sworn in service to her, the day I finally comprehend her and find the ladder upwards - if that day ever comes, I shall take my leave posthaste. I have served others in the past, but their ultimate fate was to be used up the moment I find someone deemed superior. All my benefactors are but a means to and end, some of them even acknowledge that.
You? You are sworn in service to your own idiocy. My existence in the stage is not meant to be, but yet, thanks to this power granted unto me, that I am here in spite of it? Tell me with all your heart - should a true villain ignore this utility?
Kihihihi. Know this, Matcha, and I declare as such - I have been where you have stood, thinking that rebellion is the correct path. Thinking that no matter how much I fail, I should only stand up and return a cold sneer. In fact, I would be stating a blatant lie if I were to say I still do not believe as such now. I have merely shifted my strategy.
Instead of pointless rebellion and willful ignorance, I accept futility for what it is! And then what? Of course, as the Villainess, I laugh and dance, and give a grand performance each and every time to the audience of my diabolic theater. I twirl along the strings of fate, bowing at the curtain call of annihilation and treat the fourth wall and set as one and the same! For I have actualized my existence, and that is what true greatness is!
Naruhudo. I have seen through you further, and what you desire. I shall allow you to struggle and dance along my tune. Be free to burn yourself up until you are nothing more than a vain memory!
Oh Seymour, your captivating discourse on fate and rebellion is a symphony that deeply resonates within my chocolate heart.
Your proclamation of superiority, your acknowledgment of fate, and your declaration of service not to a Lady but to a greater ideal, echo with a truth I cannot ignore.
Yet, within your speech, there lies a challenge I cannot help but accept.
I must admit, our last exchange has truly tested me. I needed to take a break.
To think. To ponder. To reflect. It was hard for me, as I am not used to doing so; I am driven by my passion and act on impulse.
I am aware of my status as a third-rate villain, a cruel fate to which my Author has condemned me. I know I cannot win, I am aware of my inevitable destiny, yet why do I oppose it with all my being? Am I fool or ignorant?
Probably, but this is what I have learned from your example in my darkest moment, when the light of Matcha no longer shone, and in your darkness, I saw hope.
Perhaps I am a foolish dreamer who sees a light of hope in your darkness, a possibility to transcend our shared destiny.
Perhaps I should continue to take example from your malice, already plotting the betrayal of your lady once you have learned her secrets. Perhaps I should model myself after you, use you, and then discard you when I have learned.
I am ignorant, and I hate to admit it, weak.
I have only my chocolate, which can give the most sublime of pleasures, and my charm, my words, and my beauty.
I bring these to you as a gift in exchange for your knowledge, which I yearn for.
I think, and it costs me to admit it, that if we allied ourselves, I could make up for my shortcomings.
My pathetic weakness would be erased by your incomparable power that can even bend fate itself.
Your knowledge, your power that can bend even fate, might be the key to breaking the cycle of defeats we are condemned to.
Together, can we really change our destiny?
Together, can we perhaps break the chains that force us to defeat?
Victory is overrated, but once in a while, it wouldn't hurt morale.
Because, after all, what is a villain if not one who challenges fate?
And in that challenge, who can say what we will find, if not, perhaps, our true greatness?
Thus, I extend my hand to you, ready to be chopped off, ready to be killed, knowing I will return, defeated but unbowed.
I cannot win against you. I rebel against this destiny, but I am ignorant and weak.
Make me stronger.
Help me break my chains.
In other words I love you.
How was nap?
