My other self says it is going to be easy in this situation. It's some sort of miracle I'm even staying alive for this long.
I don't know if it's to be luck or I'm just that hard to kill, always being gifted with something that comes in handy from time to time.
"Shut up, you're not helping in yelling at me, I know what is happening here and I don't like it either," I say to him out loud.
"Well do something to change that or give me your best opinion in solving this nasty problem we got ourselves here."
"No! Don't you get it, I will not allow you to have control why won't you get that into your damn head."
"Cause even if this life is in danger it is still fun for me to piss you off like this. Also getting annoyed like this could help as well in the fight."
I get myself to stand back up. The pain is annoying on so many levels, but the main importance at this moment is for me to have my head in the game.
