Nov 11, 2011 11:49
Let this be known. I may have been stripped of all but the smallest remnants of my powers. I may seem weak. I may seem feeble, and in some ways you may be right. [The then smiles, a cold, calculating smile.] But know this, and Richie can now attest to this. Cross me, try to take advantage of my apparent weakness, and I will be as the wraith, haunting every shadow, a spirit, watching your every move. You will barely be aware of me there, watching, waiting...but the second you show weakness, I will strike.
I am aware that killing is useless here, and so death would be an unfitting form of revenge, but there are a million ways to poison you that won't result in death, that will leave you gasping on a bed, lungs more constricted than my own. Death may be temporary, but cross me, and your torment will be forever!