"It's nothing. I'm just placing a curse on you..." Wizet said calmly, "and on the organization you belong to."
"I've already explained the curse's effects to you. As long as someone joins your organization, some bad things will happen to them."
"Oh, right!" He paused before adding, "The curse's effective range... is rather broad. As long as they fit the definition of belonging to your organization, they will become targets of my curse."
"You devil!" Joseph Bonanno roared. Spittle sprayed from his mouth, only to bounce back and land on his face, twisted by furious rage.
"You have no idea what you're doing! Those people will be driven mad by illness! They can't live without my hallucinogens! Only I can give them a moment of peace!"
His tone was full of grief and indignation, as though he truly had others' interests at heart. "I gave them a choice to escape their pain. They need this! You don't understand at all!"
"You're hurting countless people protected by hallucinogens! You'll face retribution! You'll be punished by God! You demon! God will absolutely punish you!"
As he cursed, he widened his eyes and glared fiercely at Wizet, trying to find even the slightest hesitation on his face.
"So that's how it is..." Wizet said. "That's fine. In fact, who gets affected by the curse isn't entirely up to me."
"Many people's thoughts will come together and complete this curse alongside me. Avoiding the curse is simple—just leave the organization."
"In fact, what you're trying to argue... sorry... what you're 'worried' about, I've already taken into consideration."
"And you've reminded me that some people may indeed be victims. You, the perpetrator, deserve my special attention."
He inclined his head slightly, his tone as sincere as though he were accepting advice. "Thank you for the