Mike: Aww Demi, I feel horrible now.
Me: Don’t. Did you find the others?

My attempts at changing the subject were always weak, but he answered anyway.

Mike: No, it’d take a lot more than just me to find them. Kah-, he’ll have to help.
Me: I don’t want his help.
Mike: I know, but he is the one that left them and we can’t let this…this Kahn attack get in the way of the lives of other people.
Me: Fine, but I’m not talking to him. And one more thing, I need some cold.
Mike: Why?
Me: Kahn must have been on the soccer team because I’m pretty sure he dinted my ankle.
Mike: That little jerk. If he sets foot here, he has no idea what’s coming for him.
Me: Oh he knows.
Mike: How? How could that little piece of scum possibly know what my fists are planning for his face? Demi, you’re not being reasonable. I mean…

Mike started to rabble on and I tapped his shoulder to make him stop.

Me: He’s standing right there, that’s how he knows.
Mike: And he should also know he’s dead to me now.