"Why do you keep helping them? They only want to hurt you." It, or, 'he' spoke, voice sounding louder than he was really expecting. It made him flinch in response, and it made him a little more relieved in the solitary situation to know that no one could see it.
But to be fair, he wasn't really sure. Delsin made conflicting actions, and it often left him wondering if he should be fighting for, or against, the 'normal' people of society. And the darker side of him picked up on it, instantly, for its lips curved up into this grin.
"Exactly. You could make everyone pay for all the times you'd been pushed down. All the times you fell to the ground, and every time the air was kicked out of your lungs. Admit it; you want to feel that power. You want to make everyone pay."
And he did. He really, sincerely did. But the issue was that he also didn't. He didn't want others to suffer, and he especially wanted to help everyone that he could. He wanted to be the 'good guy'. That's what was so difficult about everything.
But he felt himself begin to succumb to it. He wanted so badly to just lower his head and accept the truth that he did want everyone to pay, but before he could even open his mouth to speak, the opening of his domain swung open, with a very excited Delsin climbing inside.
"Eugene, buddy! Got some good news! We scored another victory, and food's on Fetch today. Wanna come celebrate?"
It...startled him. Enough that it had his attention towards the door, and though he couldn't see the conduit, he could imagine that huge grin on his face and the slight jump in his walk. So much that when he turned his head, he flinched when he saw that shadow of himself had already faded into nothingness.
He really didn't want to go against humans; he really didn't want to end them in a fit of anger and anguish from years and years of heartache, but for now, he'd stay on the side of 'good', helping as he could until the image of his darker side faded.
...Or, until he finally surrenders. Whichever comes first.