Literature
TFP: Voice
I never talked very much in the first place.
I was the quiet assassin. Deadly, quick, and silent. It was my trademark.
If you didn't have a trademark, you were dead. If you weren't well known and famous, you were dead.
When I did speak, it would be to a certain few that were very close. Never in front of crowds.
My friend, your enemy, handled the crowds. He was a great speaker, back in the day. Good at inspiring people. Not out of fear. Not like you've known.
I was always beside him, towards the back, recording the speech. (Sometimes even supplying the words to him.)
I'm not nervous in front of crowds. In my world, if you broke down und