The potency of your spirit conveys itself through the intensity of your gaze. Your desire. Your contempt. All of it. Your aura and your mania are one, permeating as they exude through the ominousness and deliciousness of your gaze.

When the rules respect me, I respect them, but when they fail to respect me, I break them. I do not disdain rules arbitrarily. Rules clearly made with my best interest in mind do not elicit my contempt, for I can ascertain their underlying basis, but rules that seem uncharitably judicial or otherwise designed to limit me rather than protect me or enable the best of me most certainly do, and luckily, I can tell the difference. A rule is not valid or supreme simply because it is asserted. The person who made it, the logic to it, and the particular goal they had in mind when developing it is crucial, and underpins whether it is legitimate or not. If I do not respect the rationale, rule maker nor intention behind the rule, I do not recognise the rule, and so it is for this reason I am a rule breaker without being an oath breaker - I recognise most rules are little more than self-interested impositions or arbitrary limitations rather than benevolent guardrails, and so do not commit myself to constraint sets that are ill-founded. To break rules because the mere concept of a rule is inherently an affront to you then is foolish, in much the same way to follow rules because you are afraid of the consequences for disobeying them is, restated: failure to recognise the validity of a good rule is an error, in much the same way adhering to a dysfunctional rule out of fear is an error.