Do you even hear yourself when you speak?

You come over to dance around the subject, and then tell me you've done nothing. You poke and prod at me like that every single time you speak to me. Frankly I couldn't care less whether my assessment of you is wrong, I have never wanted anything to do with you, I find you nothing but an annoying, entitled brat.

But this was no attempt to kill you. Everything vital is intact, isn't it? Don't take that as any accident. Nor should you think I mean to attack you. I'll just keep you hidden until you waste into nothing.

[And he's going to sit back on the bench.]