"Finn… if you keep this up—this mockery of me and my existence—I will personally have you executed myself."
"What did I do now?" Finn looked around, genuinely confused.
"Don't play dumb, fool. You once again try to steal my glory."
"Glory? I only came there to get Slime Melo—that's it!"
"You can't fool me. I know what kind of man you are."
"What are you even talking about?!" Finn honestly didn't understand. After everything he'd just been through with Seraphina—the hell, the horrors, the survival—how could that possibly count as stealing glory?
"Must I spell it out again? You dragged my priest down that hole with you, forced her to survive at your side, all so you could build a reputation—so everyone would sing of your accomplishments! And then what? More girls clinging to you, more worship, more stolen fame?"
