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[This wasn't meant to be a video, but it's a video nonetheless. Rosemariné thought he'd only have to speak, not be seen as well, but the concept of touch screens is a bit ahead of his time, to put it lightly. It's kind of a miracle he managed to get this far, although that might have been due to him spending the last four hours fiddling with the bracelet (and frequently throwing it onto his desk). What viewers have the pleasure of seeing now is a incredibly pretty individual dressed in the manner of a 19th-century man with far too much money on his hands. One that hates you so much that he doesn't even want to spend the energy to whack you over the head. Yes, you.]
Good afternoon.
[If he seems incredibly angry at the world right now, it's probably because he is. His words are polite but curt, as if he's trying to make sure that everything gets said as bluntly as possible so he can get back to glaring at things.]
I've already been told that there's no use in insisting I'm sent back immediately, so you don't need to tell me. That doesn't mean I'm at all inclined to believe it, but there you are. I'm tired of hearing the same thing constantly, as if I'm an idiot. If you happen to have information that is more useful, however, I'm happy to hear it.
[A small, annoyed sigh, although he doesn't drop his composure. (That, too, has already happened in a strictly private setting.)]
Now, as for this whole affair with emotions and patron deities... my Scandinavian roots do not mean that I believe in the gods of old. They are a part of fascinating legends, and nothing more. I require a proper Christian church to reach a state of health and happiness, so you've chosen very poorly if that's what you want from me.
That is all.
[The video lasts for another minute, though, as he attempts to make it stop.]
Good afternoon.
[If he seems incredibly angry at the world right now, it's probably because he is. His words are polite but curt, as if he's trying to make sure that everything gets said as bluntly as possible so he can get back to glaring at things.]
I've already been told that there's no use in insisting I'm sent back immediately, so you don't need to tell me. That doesn't mean I'm at all inclined to believe it, but there you are. I'm tired of hearing the same thing constantly, as if I'm an idiot. If you happen to have information that is more useful, however, I'm happy to hear it.
[A small, annoyed sigh, although he doesn't drop his composure. (That, too, has already happened in a strictly private setting.)]
Now, as for this whole affair with emotions and patron deities... my Scandinavian roots do not mean that I believe in the gods of old. They are a part of fascinating legends, and nothing more. I require a proper Christian church to reach a state of health and happiness, so you've chosen very poorly if that's what you want from me.
That is all.
[The video lasts for another minute, though, as he attempts to make it stop.]