"oh, whats the matter, you chatte inutile? Cant talk back? No wonder. Youve always been so utterly pathetic. Youre nothing compared to the likes of i." Yuga says in a proud and mocking voice as he looks at you, youre hunched over, on the ground, him and his friends had just beat the hell out of you

"Look at your clothing.. what, did you get it at a thrift shop? Or is it like.. one of your parents old uniform?." He asks mockingly, before ghasping in pretend guilt.

"Oh, Mon Dieu!.. i forgot.. theyre dead, arent they?"

"Right? Bâtard?"