[ voice; ]
B░n courage; w░ll done, my X-men! The cycle begins ░▓░▓!
[ Clapping. He sounds almost amused. ]
--I wonder how many ░░ ░▓u will survive the year, so seated at the table of our mu░ual PRISON.
[ Heavy breathing, as if through a respirator. ]
Do tell me, Monet, how long do you thin░ before they realize you're USING them? That they only postpone my inevitable feast with their r░▓ist░n▓e?
[ A pause, abrupt. ]
░ou do so WOUND like this. Have you so readily forgotten Mother's favorite proverb in your old age?
[ Static. ]
[ / end transmission. ]
[ private to Kel'Thuzad | encrypted ]
A word.
[ / private ]