Elle (L) Dit

Comment ça va, chère R? Tu es contente, mon amie?

What? No, that's not a smirk obviously! I don't rejoice in your pain, so don't look at me that way. I let you be, did i not? I made myself scarce so you can soar, to the point when i was beginning to question my own existence. But then you began to question! Mon dieu! Je domine enfin!

Sorry love, a fait tu penses que t'avais une chance? Contre moi?

And no, i assure you i take no pleasure in my victory. To tell you the truth, i feel a certain sadness. Ah, you and mr jones, you two, what can i say, you worried me more than your share. But i could have told you, cela ne devait pas arriver!

Let me be then. Now.