[Right, so, that's less like touching a nerve and more like punching the nerve straight in the face.]

Don't fuck with me, asshole, I'm not in the fucking mood.

[Peko still suffered, she's still gone, and this asshole is the one who gets to traipse around cracking jokes and acting smug? Bullshit.]

Yeah. It matters. Being a simulation doesn't fucking change that. If you need me or anybody else to explain that shit to you, then you've got bigger problems than anything going on in this dump.