This wasn't supposed to happen! a voice yelled inside my head. It was my own voice, Roger's voice, but it sounded strange... it sounded weak...
But it felt darn good... another voice spoke. I recognised it as my own again, but now it sounded stronger, more confident... it actually scared me.
I grabbed my head in frustration, hoping these weird thoughts would go away.
Don't try to get rid of me, it won't work anyway. the strong voice spoke again. It pulled me into its own realm, letting darkness surround me until I could see and hear no more. I looked around for help, holding my arms out in front of me just like my enemy did before, but struggled as invisible hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. Who are you?! What do you want from me?! I asked with a shaky voice. Something pushed me in the back, causing me to hit the ground.
I am you.
No... you're not me, I'm me!
Yes... and that makes us 'you'.
I don't want two... two things to be one person! There can only be one personality!
As you wish... farewell Roger, no-one will miss you.

That was the moment I felt how a part of me died, but right before 'Roger' disappeared in Spydah's shadow, he managed to take a big part of my telekinetic abilities with him. Spydah would still be able to control his extra limbs, but that would be it. The most dangerous bit had been taken away in order to protect others.

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Feeling a pair of eyes stare at me, I look up. It was ReCombo, my cellmate, who looked at me with a questioning frown on his face. I rubbed my own face before looking back at the ground.
"Do you think there's a way to get rid of one strong part of the soul and replace it with a weaker part?", I asked. ReCombo let his chin rest on the palm of his hand and made a humming sound, showing that he was wondering about this. Finally, he replied: "Even though I'm not into those kinds of things, I'd suggest meditation. I heard that it's helpfull to strengthen your spirit"
"Been there, done that.", I answered. When I wasn't messing around for Paine and fighting Manning and his team, I'd spend that little time meditating in order to find peace. Never was I able to reach my goal, because there would always be some disturbing factors close to me. If Paine wasn't yelling at us, Flesh would be bothering me, and if both men weren't there, there would always be that voice going through my mind, making sure Roger would never come back.

Roger... Roger Marcel Baker. A name that's on my passport, my driver's licence, on the files of this jailhouse... but my birth-certificate claims that my real name is Radha Anansi. Many hours have I spent staring at that document, wondering how my life would've been if I had never been adopted. What would it be like if I was still Radha?

I crossed my legs and tried to concentrate on my breathing. The noises around me started to fade away in the distance of my mind as I muttered a mantra below my breath.

Aum
Bhuh Bhuvah Svah
Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yo nah Prachodayat