LUCIAN:

“  FOR WHAT ^{MY BEASTLY NATURE}?  i suppose the blame could be put on my status.”

              his comportment is fragrant of a vivid ego,leaving his voice settled on a deep timbre summed  for the others fall. it is in a few strides that his form comes to devour the space betwixt them laying his face but a few inches from the cut of his gorge.

          CHORTLE DEMURS EQUITABLE DISCLOSURE of alleged rationale.
          It’s an extenuation he’s ATTENDED times & time again ; to defend
          one’s idiosyncrasies by reason of requisite disposition ( an age old
          MITIGATION manipulated by all souls ). Stagnation ISOLATED amid
          hulking personas becomes vexatious but he wagers NO advance.
          He WON’T have carmine sustenance of culpability staining his palms.

                                         “—— – As if something so DECREPIT is invariable.”