The scornful Scaramouche’s cynicism is no secret; you of all people know that. He is an ocean under the guise of a pond. He is bitter, and maybe you’ll find someone sweet.

And you’ll leave him when you do, won’t you? Scaramouche’s cynical, insecure thoughts flood his mind, and he ends up starting a fallacious argument with you.

“Whatever. I don’t care if you leave me anyway!” He snaps splenetically, his words ringing false, as an expression of incandescent resentment paints his visage.