Things certainly could have gone better than they did. It usually takes a fair amount of antagonizing for Sync's words to affect me, but I was still feeling a bit... mixed up from the recent experiment. I'm sure if I had chosen to walk away, I would have been able to leave unharmed, but for some reason I felt as though leaving would be like giving up.

[Getting back into story teller mode here.]

The conversation wasn't too different from how our usual conversations go... that is, until he started to make threats. [...] Empty threats, I'm sure, but threats nonetheless.