Blame me all you want, but in the end people didn't vote for him because I held a gun to their heads. They thought everything I said was viable— never said I had any proof, but they believed it because they wanted to.

[ He meets Evan's gaze head-on as he speaks. ]

But if you're so mad? Feel free to kill me next week, or whenever the time comes. Like I keep saying, none of it matters to me at this point.