I'm not acting like anything. There's one wide open hole in your story and you gotta sort that shit out, man. I still haven't heard a single goddamn real reason you're here. A reason why this ever mattered to you in the first place. If you, Mr. God of Chaos, couldn't pin anything on me, then I don't know why you were ever scared somebody else might. That's the part that don't make any sense.