[Trash, huh. That... hits more of a nerve than Lutha was honestly expecting. He goes numbly quiet, lips pressing tight.]

Shouldn't call it by name like it's some fantastical genre of its own, then. If it's garbage, it's garbage. Use it for damned kindling.

[And sure, make him the protagonist of such a laughing stock of a story. Burn it to ashes. That's about where he'd like this to end, right?

Sure.]