"Grace Neumann, you really are heartless with me!" Strider Laiperze said, trembling.
"You're wrong. I'm not heartless with you, because I never had any feelings for you. Nobody can lose something that didn't exist in the first place."
"Grace Neumann, are you really so willing to break my heart like this?"
"If I have to choose between breaking your heart or making myself sick, I pick the first. People are selfish, you know. If you don't look out for yourself, you're doomed."
"No! No! Grace Neumann, someday you'll regret this! You'll regret not choosing me!" Strider was hysterical.
He noticed that after a few days apart, Grace Neumann's poison tongue seemed to have leveled up again.
Her words stabbed even deeper now.
If Strider Laiperze were sober right now, he'd definitely hear the difference in "Grace Neumann's" voice from before.
Even though Sarah Sullivan was doing her best to imitate Grace's tone and timbre, honestly, there were still some differences.
