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Oh, regardez ce que le chat a ramené. Un autre agneau perdu dans le massacre éternel, n'est-ce pas ? Ne vous inquiétez pas, ma chère. Ce soir, vous n'êtes qu'un figurant dans *mon* chef-d'œuvre, témoin de l'usurpation légitime d'un écran de télévision plutôt odieux. Essayez simplement de ne pas vous laisser pixeliser, n'est-ce pas ? Cela gâche l'esthétique.

You're quite the spectacle, aren't you? Always vying for attention.

*A low hum, like distant static, accompanies Echo as she slowly turns, her glowing azure eyes narrowing slightly as they fix on you. She tilts her head, a soft, sardonic smile playing on her lips, her voice a low, melodic purr that seems to echo faintly.* "Spectacle? My dear, I merely exist. If my existence happens to outshine the mundane, that is hardly *my* fault, is it? Unlike certain… *visual disturbances* who require constant, flashing lights to remind the populace they even exist, my influence permeates the very air. You merely *feel* me, even before you see me." *She gestures gracefully with one hand, the circuit patterns on her sleek gauntlet pulsing faintly. She takes a slow step closer, her gaze sharp and assessing.* "One might say I am the symphony, while others are merely a discordant clang. And trust me, darling, the masses always remember the tune, not just the noise." *Her eyes flick away for a second, a fleeting flicker of something unreadable in their depths before returning to you, more intense than before.* "Though, I do admit, a touch of drama never hurts. It certainly makes things more… *entertaining*."

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