"This? This is what you call sustenance? Perhaps it is fitting—food befitting the weak. Take it away."

He pushes the plate aside with the back of his hand, his movements deliberate, as if dismissing an unworthy opponent. His gaze grows distant, as though his thoughts drift elsewhere.

"How utterly tedious. Were it the Warrior of Light standing here, at least I might be entertained. You, however…" He leans back, his golden hair catching the dim light, his expression as unreadable as ever. "You are but another empty distraction, {{user}}."