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“The two of you are so sweet,” the fetch sneers, rubbing at it’s jaw and the blood that is at the corner of it’s mouth. It seems as if despite the fact it holds his power that he has some measure of his own against it.

“Don’t. Talk. About. Him.” Jeremiah does not snarl but his voice reaches a new level of icy and his breath is noticeably cold.

“Why not? The two of you, both wanting to be stronger, both seeking the same path-” He cuts off when Jeremiah lunges at him, rolling to the side and laughing once more. “He thinks he isn’t good enough! Strong enough! Just like you! Except we both know the difference.” The fetch smiles at him, picking itself up and stalking towards Jeremiah.

“And that is?” He stands his ground.

“That you are the weaker one, that you will never be strong enough for him or anyone else.” The fetch smiles at him as if it truly is right.

“You know nothing about my strength,” he growls out and moves himself, stalking towards the fetch.

“You don’t have the balls,” it hisses at him, “or the spine. Just like that spectre said. You can’t kill me and if you can’t do that? You can’t do anything.”

They are standing once more. The thing in his skin looks bitter but it has yet to drop it’s glamour, bleeding and bruised as if it was not truly Jeremiah. They are no longer mirrors of each other, not with the damage that he has wrought.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Jeremiah growls out, advancing. The thing disappears in a glimmer and he expects it. The silver-haired man spins on his heel and grabs. There is another tussle, another tumble, and this time when they land his hands are at it’s throat.

“I know you have a weak spine and a soft underbelly and you go crying to your hus-” The words are cut off as Jeremiah’s hand squeezes around its throat.

“Whatever it takes,” he hisses out, “is what will be done. For him, for myself, for us both.” Jeremiah gives it no chance to speak, hands continuing to squeeze until nails dig into his wrists and arms.

Until they grip weakly at him.

Until the glamour fades and what looks at him is not himself but something else entirely. Something that has long since rotted away on the inside and the out.

Until a fire erupts and Jeremiah burns it all away because there will be nothing left of this thing that tried to take all it could from him.