[Good, where she belongs. Of course Mithos isn’t satisfied with just that - he has a lot of aggression and anger fuming inside of him, still waiting to pour out. He aims one more kick at the ground, spraying Sayo's huddled form with a shrapnel cloud of snow, ice, and dirt.]
Worthless...completely worthless.
[He's sick of looking at her, sick of being around her. And so he decisively walks past, as if she were nothing more than a rock or a stump.]
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Worthless...completely worthless.
[He's sick of looking at her, sick of being around her. And so he decisively walks past, as if she were nothing more than a rock or a stump.]