Ah, ah, always so defensive. Overcompensation is truly the last refuge of the inadequate, I suppose. Why does it bother you so much to hear me speak on it, if you're so convinced I'm a pitiful fool who knows nothing? There's never been anything stopping you from walking away.

[He lowers his voice, then, like he's imparting a precious secret.]

But I don't think you can, actually. You need to get under other people's skin to prove to yourself that you're right, that they're beneath you. You need them to get upset and lose their composure. All of this to run away from the fact that faith and certainty are mutually exclusive. To hide your fear that your faith won't be rewarded, that your God doesn't actually care about you, that your death won't grant you any of your goals or desires, after all.

So who is truly pathetic? The one who knows nothing, or the one who can't stop arguing with him?