Yes, I'm addressing you now, you cowardly son of a bitch. All I want from you is exactly this. For you to panic. For you to be scared. For you to feel the exact same way felt when you did this to me. I don't even care about getting rid of you anymore. As long as I have you scared, as long as I'm having you in a panic attack, I've got you right where want you. I don't even care what happens to me anymore. As long as you suffer on the inside, I'm happy. Just like how you got this exact same...