"You are not afraid to speak his name." It was a statement. "Fascinating." He was studying her now with a strange glint in his beady eyes. This man was a rollercoaster of emotions. He kept switching gears on her. His jaw muscles tensed as he seemed to make a decision. "When the diary was destroyed, the Dark Lord was in no position to take such a blow. You came back unscathed from the blade of Godric Gryffindor’s sword. Whatever the... connection that you established with his soul fragment, is what is keeping him alive."