"I told you to not fucking call me Eric, I swear to god"
"He's not trembling a bit. He underestimates a weak fuck like you. Even he can see how weak you are."
Eric's veins begin to pop in his hands, as he grips tightly onto his dagger, his hands both shaking with rage
"Shut it. You don't know shit about me"
"Eric... I AM you! I follow you everywhere, I watch you cry to your little dead best friend, I watch you try to lift. You can't do shit, and even when you try to prove me wrong, you fail."
Eric screams at the top of his lungs, swinging the dagger around behind him, to which it simply passes through Karma.
"Nice tantrum. Next time, let it out on the real enemy right here. I've got your back, just incase the game gets too hard for you."
Eric stares with pure bloodlust at the human infront of him.
"I won't be needing any of your fucking help, I've got this under control."
Karma's spirit floats into Eric, as his eyes begin to glow red.