Calder: Message Occeus.

You? Messaging him? You'd sooner bet your own soul on that misguided wreck contacting YOU after sweeps of silence. As if you'd even consider speaking to him of your own free will.

And what do you know? There he is.

The audacity to message you as if nothing ever happened. As if you hadn't been left adrift without the care of a gray intervention or any kind of support, while he went on his merry way to indulge in his new relationship. You believe your bitterness is more than warranted, given the circumstances.

He's pathetic. You have a feeling you know exactly what he wants, and you're not going to give it to him.