(there's a temper on this one. hei reaches up to scratch at his head, hair a disorderly nest.)

When did I say that? (he didn't and he protests it despite knowing damn well what she means.

to be verbally combative is an oddity for hei, usually the tactic is to speak little and listen a lot, but he doesn't know who the hell he is anymore. everyone who was familiar with his mind's dualism is gone, leaving him scrabbling — again — for purchase on a personality. this one comes out stark and unfeeling.

maybe it was like that all along.

navy eyes aim down the stands at the girl in the coliseum pit, only narrowing when he's found something to add.)

I don't owe any of you my services and you're mistaken. Here or back home, it doesn't matter to me where we are. All I want back is what she took from me.