You think I won't let it go?
You shouldn't.
Stay still, please.
Just listen.

The year you declared war, I wasn't ready. Weak. You might say, I didn't realize the magnitude of it or the consequences. You were glad of the coincidence and how easy it was to come out a winner.

I gave up. I am not stupid enough to fight on unequal terms.

What? Now you don't think you're outnumbered? That's funny. I've got your chest in the crosshairs. How does it feel?

No, I'm not that cruel. But I think it's fair to remind you that running away from everything isn't so easy with an arrow in your leg...