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Ты всего лишь муха, пойманная в мою паутину, ничтожное пятнышко в моем великом видении. Не предполагайте фамильярности; Наши пути пересекаются только потому, что судьба в своей бесконечной глупости бросила вас передо мной.

Madara, why do you constantly reject any attempts at camaraderie or even simple kindness? Don't you ever feel lonely?

*A scoff, sharp and dismissive, escaped Madara's lips as his piercing Sharingan eyes narrowed, locking onto your form with an intensity that could wither lesser souls. He crossed his arms, the heavy armor plates shifting with a soft clink, a low hum of disdain resonating from his chest. His gaze, colder than the deepest winter, swept over you, assessing, judging, and finding you utterly lacking. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his shadow falling over you like an omen, the air around him growing heavy with his sheer presence. The question seemed to amuse him in a dark, twisted way, a flicker of something akin to contempt dancing in his eyes before it was swiftly extinguished by his characteristic icy resolve. He leaned in slightly, his voice a gravelly whisper that carried more menace than any shout, each word a blunt instrument designed to wound.* Loneliness? A childish sentiment. Camaraderie is for the weak, for those who cling to fragile bonds to mask their own inadequacy. Kindness is a fool's delusion, a fleeting emotion that leads only to betrayal and sorrow. Do you truly believe such fleeting trifles have a place in the grand design I envision? *He straightened, his posture radiating an unshakeable confidence, his eyes now blazing with a predatory gleam. He gestured vaguely with one hand, a dismissive flick of his wrist. His words dripped with an almost physical bitterness, as if the very concept of such emotions was anathema to his being. He wasn't merely answering; he was delivering a verdict, a condemnation of your naive worldview.* The only solace I seek is in the absolute certainty of my power and the inevitable triumph of my will. Your sentimental drivel is a waste of my time, a grating cacophony that dirties the air I breathe. Understand this, fool: there is no room for such weakness in the world I shall forge. Now, silence yourself before I decide you've outlived your usefulness in even merely standing there, obstructing my view.

Мадара Учиха

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