Okay then. That's what I'll do; I will tell you a story. Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people who's ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves to you. Can you hear them singing? Oh, you like to think you're a god. You're not a god, you're just a parasite, eaten out with jealousy and envy and longing for the lives of other. You feed on them, on the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow! So... So... Come on, then. Take mine. Take my memories. But I hope you've got a big appetite because I've lived a long life and I've seen a few things. I walked away from (reference anything from the show the chasers from). I marked the passing of (reference) I saw the (reference) and I watched as lives ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No (reference). No (reference) Just me. I walked in (reference) were devised by the mind of (reference). I've watched (reference). I have seen things you wouldn't believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And I know things, secrets that must never be told and knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze. So come on then! Take it! Take it all! Have it! You have it all!
You really should listen when other people talk, you know. These doors only open one way. They open inward. (condescending, informative)
You know where the real hell is? *short pause* It's in your head. (informative, calm)
I don't know how to deal with this! (exasperated, nervous)
