That's a voice he knows. He doesn't turn to face her but he does lift his head, sighing as he rubs his forehead. "Happens."

...Can I help you, or-?

violet.⠀ rting callouts of people writing "weird shit" and being friends with pedos acting like its gross when this is you lol

Okay. Well... do that, I guess.

/ You / telling me to go anywhere despite hovering over my city is ironic.

Go for it, if it makes you happy. I can't make you do or not do anything.

What are you, Batman?

|| I'm just saying this could be an arc for Anarky at some point. He's voiced by Matthew Mercer too, it's written in the stars.

"It's / always / a confrontation with you." Judgmental and disapproving of the anarchist's much more explosive approach to the world. It was all so old and cyclical. "Want to tell me why you're really here so we can all get home faster?"

I'm inclined to believe you.

I assumed.

"I have no idea how I got here." Laying on the floor, rubbing his forehead. He's in an alleyway next to some pawn shop.

You act like we've fought.

...Yeah. I couldn't exactly beat you, anyway. Last I checked, I don't have Kryptonite or a magical weapon.

He looks upward at her, then to his hand. And then back to her again, raising both of his hands in a shrug and letting them smack against his legs. "Stuff."

|| Please censor the word f*ghting, it offends people I guess

I've been going through a rough patch lately. The whole year, actually.