A pleasant wind blew and rustled my hairs, calming my supercharged nerves and cooling my body.
Alas, there were no trees atop his cliff to rustle, so the ambience was not as nice as it could have been.
The wind was helping blow away the smell of blood, however.
I looked down and sure enough, it was a long way down. If I fall, I shouldn't survive.
Then I looked back and sure enough, all of those wankers were dead. None of them would suddenly wake up due to a bullshit plot armour and try to stop me.
These fuckers actually had the audacity to stop me from jumping down this cliff and ending my life. I tried to reason with them, but they didn't relent so I was left with no choice but to send them ahead of me.
That's what you get for getting in my way, idiots.
Anyway, with their deaths, there should be no one left to care for me. Nice.
Now then, let's end this-
⟦I care.⟧
Wut?