[ WP ] `` Look , I do n't know how you were raised - but assassination is not an acceptable means of communication . ''

My eyes meet yours. `` But it got people to listen, though, did n't it? And here I am - a nobody - yet now *you* know who I am.'' 
 
 I lean forward - just *slightly*, so as not to alarm you. 
 
 `` *And that's all I ever wanted from you*. To *listen* to me. To *talk* with me.'' 
 
 A smirk touches my lips as I lean back and spread my arms. 
 
 `` And now look at us. Having a good'ole conversation. Ironic, it took a death to make our relationship come *alive*, eh?'' 
 
 I chuckle. The sound sounds deranged and mad to my own ears, but I like it. 
 

