Higher Education simply levied a look in 4chan's direction - words would not accurately describe the reaction, while a single horrified glare? Possibly much closer - and sat back in his chair, knocking back his drink as quickly as possible.
He was going to regret. The regret wouldn't extend to one object in particular; it would be universal. A world of regret. God, what was he even saying? Thinking. Either way.
"Figures you'd say that." He put the glass down and picked up his water. "What...why are you doing this. We've gone over this before, but what is your 'end game' here."