[The question earns Bart another glare, because no, he can't answer that for certain anymore. And it irritates him.]
I know who you were, not who you are. You've changed too much.
[A fact he hates admitting. He has to grit his teeth through it.]
But I don't need to know who you are now to know you'd have to be a special kind of insane to invite me into your life without ulterior motives, knowing that eventually, I'm going to kill you. Or in your case, already did.
When you said you wanted us to write something different, did you mean that literally? That you want to rewrite your own past? See if you can prevent that from happening by playing nice with me?
[Well, so much for letting the whole death thing drop. At least he wasn't asking direct questions about the incident itself.]
And why do you keep talking about yourself like that? Is it some ploy to play to my ego?
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I know who you were, not who you are. You've changed too much.
[A fact he hates admitting. He has to grit his teeth through it.]
But I don't need to know who you are now to know you'd have to be a special kind of insane to invite me into your life without ulterior motives, knowing that eventually, I'm going to kill you. Or in your case, already did.
When you said you wanted us to write something different, did you mean that literally? That you want to rewrite your own past? See if you can prevent that from happening by playing nice with me?
[Well, so much for letting the whole death thing drop. At least he wasn't asking direct questions about the incident itself.]
And why do you keep talking about yourself like that? Is it some ploy to play to my ego?