"Hey, I didn't exactly want to fight the damned thing in the first place," Kenji huffed. "I tried to run, but the bastard brained me with a goddamned ladder." Nope, he wasn't taking the rap for this one--he wasn't that crazy SOB whose memories he kept intercepting, after all. "It's not like I enjoy this shit, y'know..."

He trailed off, confused. That...wasn't exactly true. When he'd been caught up in it, he'd liked it. He'd liked it just fine. It was only afterwards, when he returned to normal, that he could look back with aversion for what he'd done. And every time, he hated that other bastard, the one that wore his face, just a little more.

"I'll admit you've got a point, though," he continued. "So I'm open to suggestions, Mr. Suave and In Control--'cause I'd just as soon pass on another night like tonight."