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"-Left me high and dry!" Pietro wailed, confusion rippling through his stomach like a Gaelic winter.
No one answers. He is used to talking to himself. It continues.
"I asked again and again to just tell me what the hell he meant or get out of my head, but the old bastard just kept hovering there and wouldn't leave me alone- like he was trying to get me guilty!"
Silence welcomed him, cool arms in a stuffy room.
"I suppose no one cares that I spent an hour today arguing with an enemy cripple in my head?"
Pietro sighed; left.