"Who are you?" Alex asked. By now, the only explanations he could think of were that someone was either using spiritual sense to talk with him or that their spiritual sense was way too strong for him to notice it.
Or… he was back. He was back and he was taking it back just like he said he was.
"You know who I am," the voice said. "You know what you took from me."
"NO!" Alex said. "It wasn't yours to begin with."
"I cultivated so hard, day and night, not you. I took all the pain, the suffering, not you. It was I who lost my arm, not you," the voices said. "It was I who had to watch my master die, not you."
"If you think you can just take over the life I created and live it out like you were the one who worked hard, then you are a bigger idiot than I would have thought you to be," the voice said.
"No!" Alex said. "You're wrong. It wasn't yours. It's mine."
