Let me get this straight but I think it's too late. You want me to compromise well I don't think I relate. You presented the olive branch. You condemned the dissent. You proceeded to run your mouth and the situation was set. I don't think that you understand – I'm sick of your lies and now I think that it's time. I'll say it again and again – you're lucky to be alive. I don't know where they went - all the days that I spent. I can taste the regret and all the nothingness left. But I just can't forget that you played me like you did when I had you pegged and I knew just who you were and I had my concerns but I thought I'd let you in. So this is where we begin – with all the trouble you've been. Now we sever the strings – see what the future brings.