"Hahaha! Who gives a damn about Nexum?" the envoy finally managed, wiping a mock tear from his eye.
"Everyone knows your corporation is made of tofu! Soft, weak, and easily broken. The only thing you people have is money, and that's the sole reason we haven't bothered to wipe you all out already! Hahaha!"
The insult, so blatant and dismissive, struck the wounded Champion like a physical blow. The humiliation of their laughter and the mockery of his corporation's might while he stood there broken from a battle they had not fought boiled his blood. His face flushed a deep, angry red.
"You! You...!" he sputtered, his body shaking with a fury so profound he could not even form the words to contain it. The gulf between the sacrifice they had just endured and the casual avarice of this fleet was an injustice that stole his very breath.
"Then let us cease this meaningless chatter," the envoy declared, his smirk widening into an annoying grin.
