"Well, actually --"
"The Brothers Grimm were born after your canonical end-date, making this --"
"Time is an all-devouring god and you must respect --"
"Ow ow ow ow fuck did you hit me with a mirror that hurts so much --"
"You can't just --"
[i]"Are you listening to me!?!?!"[/i]

The answer, obviously, was no. 

How could you, when the music was so bright? How could you, when your dance was so loud? How could you, when all the world was just how it always should be? Sometimes in the battles of this world, scissors lost to bigger scissors. After hundreds of years of waiting for a moment just like this there's no one and nothing that can stop you. And then, right as your triumph approaches -

[i]chomp[/i]

Did she?

You can't believe it!!

Oroboros just came out of nowhere and snapped up Lancer in a single bite before you got to finish her off! That - that big, oily [i]snake[/i]! How dare she steal your moment!? And not even that, she's just settling back down to rest like nothing's happened at all. And the worst part, the worst part, is that you saw in Lancer's eyes - you saw, right the second before she got snapped up - that you'd got her. You'd broken her resolve and her pride and she was a [i]fan[/i]. She was looking at you with the kind of miserable simp-awe that she undoubtedly had only ever fluttered towards statues of that jerk squirrel thief Empress. You'd taken her and she was [i]yours [/i]- and now she'd been stolen!!

How[b] dare!!!![/b]