Even after the poor soul gave her speech, Nit did not seem to be buying it, or to care about anything Axe had in mind. They even shoved her away after her playful gesture. It was not a light push just to make her back away either; it was pretty vicious, and one they put a good deal of force on. Nit never looked at Axe once throughout her speech, only lifting their head after she ceased. Their eye had thick, green capillaries branching from its sides, emphasizing their aggravated temper.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You only say that</span>," Nit snarled, jaws prepared. "<span style="font-family: courier;">When... that<span style="font-style: italic"> period stain</span> told you... to do so. Where's the ho... nesty in that?</span>" Nit crawled towards Axe, pressing their face very tightly against hers. Slobber and the stench of rotting meat fiercely attacked her face. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You know, you... seemed pretty honest when... calling me a... a...</span>" They creaked their head back slightly, their throat straining to even utter the word. "<span style="font-family: courier;">A... A <span style="font-style: italic">monster</span></span>..." They hissed as they said the word, expressing their utter distaste for it.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Do you just... call people that with... out a second thought? Have... you ever thought about... the negative diction that accompanies... that word</span>?" Nit pressed their face harder and harder against Axe's, ensuring that she felt as uncomfortable as they could make her. "<span style="font-family: courier;">As much as... I want to rip... you limb from limb and... watch you bleed, I... feel like that would... prove you right, no?</span>"<br/><br/>After what seemed like hours even though it was just a few seconds, Nit finally pulled themselves away, scowling down at Axe. "<span style="font-family: courier;">But after all</span>," they continued. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm a... monster anyway you put... it. Why should anyone care... about some fat, selfish, and... disrespectful eldritch abomination? Monsters don't... deserve love. Respect. <span style="font-style: italic">Rights</span>. Correct?</span>" Nit glanced down at Axe with apparent hatred, as if looking for an answer.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You know, if... you apparently care about... me <span style="font-style: italic">soooo</span> much, why... don't you show it</span>?" Nit spread their arms like a gargoyle spreading its ugly, grey wings. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Go ahead. Show the same... eagerness that you showed when... you beat me down... with your words. Do something. <span style="font-style: italic">Anything</span>. As long as it... shows how much you... apparently care. I'm waiting, weaboo."</span>