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"What the hell was that?!"
The only thing I can focus on now is the regret that's eating at me. What the hell is wrong with you Ethan?!
Jaxon responds. "What the hell is wrong with you Ethan??" he mocks in a high pitched tone, the sarcasm heavy enough to weigh me down and add to my guilt.
I can't even respond to Jaxon as he begins hurling insults at me. Every single one, which I deserve. I know that if he could, he would separate our two consciousnesses and fight me to the death.
"Damn right," he snaps.
He's pacing back and forth, alternating between growling and whining at me. I push him to the back of my mind, not easy to do. He's always stronger when he's mad.
And he is viciously, savagely angry.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ETHAN!!" he roars. I wince as the words echo
