Okay.

Have you stopped to consider the implications?

I have survived it all.

And it’s been all of you, against one of me, and I’m not even trying.

I’m just minding my own business trying to do this work. Trying to help people.

Does that mean nothing to you?

I am immune to poison now, illness.

You can’t control me.

Your attempts to influence me are an annoyance at worst.

I am untouchable.

I am immortal.

And you think I don’t know. That you’ve been following along.

Do you still think this shit is fantasy?

You had so many chances to come clean.

Do I need to start publicly naming names?

Because I will.