Yeah. ( he remembers the pit like it was yesterday, still. remembers how it burned, how the liquid felt like it was crawling through his skin, burning out everything that remained under and replacing it with something--different. off.

there's a pause. his tongue slips between teeth, presses against the upper row. ) I'm twenty-three. We've--had issues. I came back angry. ( we were doing better until i fucked up, but he's not saying that. ) Angry that you didn't kill that fucking clown. Angry you replaced me. Hurt a few people I regret going after. Killed a lot more that I didn't regret.

( he's passed the line. dick's here, there's no point in hiding that it. )

I made my own name.