[He's not even going to look at her, this is so awkward for him. He's angry that they're not talking about her instead, but.]

Nope. It worked. Sort of. There were two people before me who did the same exact thing to her. Leon, and then Dolce. A few hundred years after me, a girl named Amber did the same thing to Ventuswill. Each time, she lost her closest friend.