The System gasped, visibly struck in its digital pride. It narrowed its eyes and fired back, '[Ha! Well, at least my partners don't tragically die in every single world!]'
Heena's hand paused on the table. "You fucking moron," she hissed, instantly going for the throat. "At least I wasn't brutally rejected by some floating, literal globe that doesn't even possess a heart!"
'[At least I am not shooting my own husbands with a gun!]' the System shrieked, fully escalating the war. '[Or sending them away to isolated monasteries! Or torturing them so badly that they refuse to leave any heirs!]'
"At least I am not a degenerate gambler!" Heena shouted back.
'[At least I am not a shameless lecher who fawns over half-naked male models in black-market brothels!]'
That struck a very sensitive nerve.
