“Guess what. I don’t care. I’ll do what I want, when I want, and if you don’t like it that’s just too bad. Lay a single finger on me and I’ll have gods from multiple universes to destroy this one. I have most of them in my corner. You’re lucky I don’t smack you in the face for abusing that term.
Abuse is categorized as injuring someone, whether emotionally, or physically. Whether against their will, or otherwise. The only thing I’ve done that can constitute the definition of physical abuse is the stepping on his foot thing. Don’t throw around terms like that like they’re nothing. Do it again and I will smack you in the face, because you deserve it for that.”
"So you’re a spoiled brat who gets ‘gods’ to do your dirty work when you don’t get your way, huh. Go ahead and smack me, you spoiled brat. Kill me if you want to. Prove you’re the mature one by resorting to violence and threats just to get your precious toy back. Make me bleed as much as you want. You’re not getting him back. Ever.
"Kin runs from you for a good reason. Ever imagine why? Because he believes you will hurt him again and I for one cannot blame him. Go ahead and explain to your ‘gods’ that you want to destroy a whole universe just because a girl wanted to protect someone from you. I’ll meet you in hell because Kin is mine. And nothing in the goddamn multiverse will change that.
Get out of my home, get out of my zone and get out of Kin’s life. Because you don’t get the privilege to be in it.”
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