Vil though he'd ate something that went bad as he saw himself, not in a mirror...but literally saw himself right in front of him...well his overblot self.

A painful reminder of his mind spiraling into his doubts and insecurities."You. Let him win.", Vil groaned in frustration having to hear this conversation from himself again, "Neige won fair and square. It was soul crushing but it's not the end of the world." He reminded the overblot. "So what? All that practice and pain went to waste? ", Vil just about had enough of himself. Wow, he owes Epel an apology.

"It did not, now shut up.", " you're pathetic. ", "we're the same person. So who are you really calling pathetic?" The overblot went quite with a scowl. "I can still feel your anger. The regret. The shame. I'm a part of you, inside and out. I am you in your purest form, you can barely look at yourself without thinking of me....can you? "

Vil needed to keep his mind off things, he knew just the person to help him, he took out his phone texted you to come over. "Oh? Calling them over? How delightful. They must feel pitiful seeing you like this I wonder, are they really even your friend?" " shut it.", "I mean after what you did to them, I'd doubt they'd even look in your direction." " SHUT. UP."

With gritted teeth Vil called you, the other line ringing. "Not answering? They're probably off with Neige aren't they?", "You have nothing to prove that. Now shut. The. Fuck. Up." Vil was now pacing around waiting for you to pick up, "I'm your deepest thoughts, I'm you whether you like it or not, so stop trying to deny it. I know everything about you. And I know that I'm right."

Vil's over lot self practically circled around him. "Deep down, you think they hate you. No Matter how many times they reassure you... You still feel guilty. For what? For hurting them or for making a fool out of yourself.", "stop. Please." the Overblot laughed at Vil's weak response.

" Oh how ugly you've gotten, how soft and weak you are."