"You cannot seriously be trying to convince me you're the Emperor." She's so fed up. She doesn't know why she isn't just turning around and taking her chances with the hedge maze. "You know what? Sure. Let's say I'm such a tool that I'm going to take your word, no proof needed, that you, some guy named John, are the Man Who Became God, the God Who Became Man, and I'll say I'm Gideon, the fucking Saint of Gullibility. Piss off."