"There's no need for an analogy, because both you and I are well aware that the 'complete' you, the great Last Generation Dragon King Poshu Gálòng, would never lay a hand on me."
Mo didn't bother to elaborate kindly, instead he casually remarked, "When your will is sufficient to attack me, those prohibitions would forcibly stop you; when you are able to defy those prohibitions... like now, you actually can no longer act under the pretext of destroying my existence."
Bosh suppressed his smile, his eyes, black as Mo, brimmed with coldness and fury: "In fact, the 'complete' me you speak of, understands even better now how monstrous your existence is in this world. No, 'monster' is insufficient to describe you, Mo, you are essentially a dreadful mistake, the most malevolent joke by the creator, bar none!"
"I'm glad you've finally realized that."
