“Speak to her like that again,” Orpheus says in a glassy tone, “And I will make sure you die slowly and in unspeakable agony. You are nothing to her. She is above you, better than you, beyond you in every possible way. She accomplishes with ease what you spent years of your pathetic life trying to do. And yet, you treat her like she’s nothing. You kissed her like she was nothing. You touched her like she was no one. And now, you give her orders, you insult her, and with every breath, you step closer to the edge of a bottomless abyss.”
