Gella slammed her hand against Axel's throat, shoving him hard against the corridor wall. "What you've gone through? You? Orin is dead because of you. But that doesn't matter, does it? Because it's always about you, Axel."
Axel's hand scrabbled against Gella's iron grip on his throat. He was having trouble breathing, and it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe this was what he deserved. He wanted to fight. But he didn't want to fight Gella. Not anymore.
So Axel let go of Gella's clawing hands, looked her in the eye, and let her go ahead and stop the blood going to his brain.
His resignation shocked her into letting go.
"What is wrong with you?"
Axel fell to his knees, wheezing hoarsely. In between breaths, he answered. "Every... thing... is wrong with ... me."
"Wow. I think we agree for the first time ever." She stood back.
"Talk.
Quickly."

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