For a minute Rush can only blink very rapidly and shake his head in an effort to wholly conceptualize the onset of immense, concentrated stupidity that's been directed at him. Then he has to process it. Extensively. And hammer out an appropriately acidic response.
"Do you have any idea how many logical fallacies you've committed in the past five minutes alone?" he snaps, figuring that to be the highest rhetorical offense and therefore as good a place as any to start attacking the foundations of this man's extremely self-oriented, mercurial moral standpoint. Rush won't even pretend he himself has a moral standpoint to speak of or has ever had one due to how (a) that would be a tremendous lie of massive personal proportions and (b) the nature of point (a) would mean he does not possess any significant authority to comment on the subject anyway.
"I've actually stopped quantifying them," he continues, an ever-escalating tirade reaching breathtaking proportions in seething, sarcastic intensity. "It's unbelievable. Leaving aside your completely unfounded, incorrect assumption that I have assumed any responsiblity for the cat - which I have not since it is not fucking mine and never was - you've just axially altered the basis of your argument several times in order to derail the original prime topic of discussion." He raises a finger, iron, absolute, admirably and viciously contained in a perfect inertial state. "Which is the fact that you tried, without question, to fucking shoot me."
Nathaira makes a faintly amused noise (how can a panther convey amusement that does not make any theoretical sense) and Rush gets the distinct impression that he just received the panther equivalent of sarcastic applause with a modicum of actual, exasperated sincerity buried alongside it. Possibly. How is he even methodologically dissecting the emotional display of what should be, by all rights, a lifeform that cannot possibly recognizably disclose emotive output in what is interpretable as a human manner?
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"Do you have any idea how many logical fallacies you've committed in the past five minutes alone?" he snaps, figuring that to be the highest rhetorical offense and therefore as good a place as any to start attacking the foundations of this man's extremely self-oriented, mercurial moral standpoint. Rush won't even pretend he himself has a moral standpoint to speak of or has ever had one due to how (a) that would be a tremendous lie of massive personal proportions and (b) the nature of point (a) would mean he does not possess any significant authority to comment on the subject anyway.
"I've actually stopped quantifying them," he continues, an ever-escalating tirade reaching breathtaking proportions in seething, sarcastic intensity. "It's unbelievable. Leaving aside your completely unfounded, incorrect assumption that I have assumed any responsiblity for the cat - which I have not since it is not fucking mine and never was - you've just axially altered the basis of your argument several times in order to derail the original prime topic of discussion." He raises a finger, iron, absolute, admirably and viciously contained in a perfect inertial state. "Which is the fact that you tried, without question, to fucking shoot me."
Nathaira makes a faintly amused noise (how can a panther convey amusement that does not make any theoretical sense) and Rush gets the distinct impression that he just received the panther equivalent of sarcastic applause with a modicum of actual, exasperated sincerity buried alongside it. Possibly. How is he even methodologically dissecting the emotional display of what should be, by all rights, a lifeform that cannot possibly recognizably disclose emotive output in what is interpretable as a human manner?