"It all started in Ho Chi Minh City one summer. It was sweltering by anyone's standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl would not have been willing to put up with such discomfort if something extremely important had not been at stake. Important to the plan…"
Well, thought Opal, Holly's words fading into nothing but a tide of murmurs, I'm back. And back she was, though seeing the world from new eyes. Startling blue eyes, belonging to Artemis Fowl the Second.
"...but we—or I should say you—defeated Opal, with great skill." She smirked, and Opal had to resist the urge to slap her. Soon, she told herself, soon all the world will be yours, and the fairies will bow down to you. For Opal had, in those few months it took Foaly and Butler and Holly to unravel every detail of Artemis' final scheme, come up with a brand new plan of her own. One that was, she believed, guaranteed to be foolproof. Opal smiled, and realized that everybody was looking at her. What am I supposed to do?
"Go on, Holly," she said, then while the story continued, she silently scolded herself. Fool! Artemis would never talk like that! You need to get used to thinking like him. Neither Holly nor Foaly seemed to notice the the different tone she used, snarkier than Artemis' normal voice, but she caught Butler casting a puzzled glance in her direction. However, he did not question it, perhaps believing it was simply the aftereffects of resisting the soul's natural instinct to part the earth; it was very likely that Artemis' personality would have changed in little, subtle manners, undetectable to anyone but by those closest to him.