Mon dieu Mundane. This is really just beyond your intellect, isn't it? I'm done. Finished. Owari. Fait. Chéngpǐn.

[Ash rolls his eyes dramatically and lets out a sigh as he crosses his arms, well manicured nails tapping against the sleeve of his jacket. The multililinguil Frenchman seems to have given up reaching his mundane through any of the languages he speaks, and he remains stubbornly silent for nearly a minute before stamping his foot.]

Oh stop it! Enough! Why won't you just let me alone? I no longer exist in my world. My work. Is done. I just want to rest, you hear? And I made sure that no one would want me or miss me. Forget it. I'm not going anywhere with you! You're creepy and I don't trust you, not one bit.