[ Luka has never been much for patience, and that combined with his frayed nerves are making him even more twitchy. He's trying here, not that it will save his life, and this guy can't even be satisfied with the answers he does give. ]

The hells you want from me, huh? I'm just some kid from out in the sticks, you think I give a chocobo's arse about "superiority" or "taxicomical" or whatever the fuck?

You want me to lay it out for you, then Sephiroth outcalsses me in every single way, but I could sure as shite take your pasty arse, if you'd stop being such a coward and hiding behind this fucking glass!

[ His rant is punctuated with both fists swinging up and forward, the sides of his clenched hands colliding heavily and loudly with the glass encasing him. It doesn't do anything but cause his hands to sting, but there had been a part of him hoping for the glass to spiderweb and crack. ]