"Fuck you, asshole." Nevermind that he'd started the negative attitude thing, but that was pretty much his norm. It's not like he suddenly decides anyone should give a shit about him because his childhood was crappy. These days every idiot has a sob story. It's basically the norm.

Whatever. As long as he isn't the one who has to talk about his feelings he doesn't care. But even as Beelzemon speaks he doesn't feel the headache fading away at all. Bullseye is barely able to listen to it all before he interjects. "What the hell is that weak ass fear?" He forces a laugh, because he's in too much pain to muster up a genuine one. "Fuck forgiveness, do what you want. No one really gives a shit.

Have you ever been paralyzed but conscious? Unable to move, speak, breathe on your own? You can't hear, see, smell, or perceive anything going on around you. You're trapped in your own mind. It's like a coma only it's not continuous. You have to experience day and night without ever getting to see the change in the lighting. You dream but you're not sure your dreams are reality because reality is darker than any nightmare. That is the shit that scares me."

And his headache begins to subside.