[ The Zephir by the window simply takes another drag, eyes on his copy. The copy steps closer to grab Saber's face, turn it to face the plant he's so determined to confiscate; again, it isn't the one who speaks, tone audibly different by the word. The voice is coming from the one by the window. ]
Eat your rot, Saber. Or I will feed it to you myself.
cw: ?? zephir ig
Eat your rot, Saber. Or I will feed it to you myself.