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"I am responsible," Bruce said, trying valiantly to keep his pulse from skyrocketing from a combination of desire, frustration, and anger. He let his hands fall down to wrap around hers where hers were fisted in his shirt. He took a deep, steadying breath. 

"I am responsible for what H... for what the Other Guy does. It's a part of me. A part that split off, yeah, but it's there, inside of me. I'm there when he's out, and he's there when I'm out. And, you know, it should scare you. I worry, a little bit, that it doesn't." Bruce looked down at his hands over hers.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"