I do not debate the wicked. To engage in debate does not prove one point superior - it only gives the vile filth you will spew a platform equal to that of holy scripture. It lends a credibility to your rhetoric which it would not otherwise possess.

I have no need to prove my faith, for it has been proven twice over. You attempt to emulate a sliver of my glory, to walk my path, unable to find your own way except to flail in the vacuum of my absence. I feel pity for you, tempered by righteous disgust.

There is but one word I speak which you need understand, and it is a word you have already heard when I claimed your head for your part in the murder of Seelis.

Dumavai.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 15th of Lleian, in the year 511 MA.