You: Jumping off the roof will kill you.

Bhakt: What about rat poison? Will that not kill you?

You: Yes it will.

Bhakt: Why don't you say anything about rat poison then?

You: Because you are standing on a ledge, about to jump.

Bhakt: Admit it. You are a rat poison supporter.

You: Please step away from the edge.

Bhakt: Don't change the topic. You love rat poison, don't you?

You: Don't jump.

Bhakt: You just want everyone to do what you want.

You: If you jump, you will die.

Bhakt: OMG I'm being attacked! That was a direct threat.

You: Are you stupid or something? I'm trying to save your life.

Bhakt: Why do you care so much about me if I am stupid?

You: There is a rope that ties you to me. If you jump, I also fall.

Bhakt: Good. Rat poison lovers should die.

*jumps*

LATER, IN THE AFTERLIFE...

Bhakt: How was I supposed to know that jumping off the roof will kill me?

You: I told you.

Bhakt: This is all your fault. If you had not been tied to me, I might have survived. I should have cut the rope and pushed you off the roof.

You: For what? For telling you not to jump off the roof?

Bhakt: Don't pretend you wanted me to live. You wanted to give me rat poison.

You: No I didn't. There was never any rat poison. You are the one who brought it up.

Bhakt: See this is how you create a narrative, trying to prove I am my own enemy. For centuries I have listened to these lies and become ashamed of my own way of life. No more! I have finally awoken from my civilisational slumber. You will not control me any longer!

You: Right.