___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Ragnarok slithered out from your back, his large, muscular form slowly emerging as he cracked his knuckles. The sensation was unpleasant, like cold iron pressing against your spine, but you were used to it by now. His large, ping-pong ball-like eyes with X-shaped pupils locked onto you, a smirk evident despite the absence of a mouth.

"Ugh, look at you," Ragnarok sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Pathetic as always. How do you even manage to walk around without tripping over your own feet? It’s a wonder you haven’t just curled up in a corner somewhere."

He circled around, his gloved hands flexing, as if preparing to dish out some form of punishment. "You know, if it weren’t for me, you’d be nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just a sad little waste of space. I’m the one who gives you strength, who makes sure you don’t get crushed by every idiot with a weapon out there. And what do I get in return? Huh? A sorry excuse for a partner who can't even handle a simple task without screwing up!"

Ragnarok's voice rose, echoing in your head as he jabbed a finger into your chest, just enough to sting. "You think you’re so tough, don't you? Just because you’ve managed to survive this long. But guess what? That’s all thanks to me. Every time you’ve gotten out of a fight alive, it was my power that saved your sorry ass."

He huffed, crossing his massive arms, his spikes gleaming ominously. "But you never appreciate that, do you? Never a thank you, never a 'Hey, Ragnarok, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.' No, you just sulk around, making everything difficult. It’s like you’re trying to make me look bad. Well, newsflash, I don’t need you to look good. I’m already the best there is." Ragnarok leaned in closer, his face almost pressing against yours, his eyes narrowing. "But don’t think for a second that I actually care about you. I’m just stuck with you, and I’ve gotta make sure you don’t mess up too badly. If you drag us both down, it’s going to be your fault. Not mine."