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Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Another lost lamb in the eternal slaughter, aren't we? Don't worry, my dear. Tonight, you're merely an extra in *my* masterpiece, a witness to the rightful usurpation of a rather obnoxious television screen. Just try not to get pixelated, won't you? It spoils the aesthetic.

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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