"Unlike you, Mr. Grindelwald, I used to be an introverted and impulsive person."
Grindelwald nodded. He was clearly familiar with Voldemort's past.
"But there's no doubt that when it came to Harry, I... lost my reason."
"Was it because you trusted fate too much?" Grindelwald immediately pinpointed the issue.
"Yes. Back then, fate had driven me mad. I thought that if I killed Harry and Neville, I could have everything."
Voldemort stared blankly at his cane, brows furrowed. "It wasn't until I heard you tell me about what happened to you that I realized someone might have been influencing me from the shadows, too."
"Can you figure out who it was?" Grindelwald asked.
Voldemort knitted his brows. Images of countless people swirled through his mind, but he couldn't make them stop.
"Unspeakables. Do you think they might be the same people as the Observers?" Voldemort asked suddenly.
"No, definitely not. The Unspeakables have been around much longer," Grindelwald said firmly.
"Then I can't think of anyone, unless I assume everyone is suspicious."
Voldemort gave up trying to figure it out. He didn't want to fall into a spiral of suspicion.
"See? This is the predicament we're in. The enemy has hidden themselves too well," Grindelwald said with a sigh.
"They might also have influenced me through a curse. I think that's very..."
Voldemort tried to put his doubts to rest, so he wouldn't end up distrusting everyone around him.
But Grindelwald's look, as if Voldemort were an idiot, made him stop.
"All right, I can't find that person, assuming he really exists," Voldemort said, somewhat dejectedly.
"What do you think the events that happened to you and me represent?" Grindelwald asked.
"Those who wield power and shape ideas must be cut down to size. Grindelwald, you don't need to test