[He scoffs at the idea of a compromise.] There is no compromise with someone who takes pleasure in torturing others. [Oh don't be like that. It's not like anyone has actually died by our hands, have they? Besides a few inky splots here and there. He turns his head in an irritable matter and crosses his arms.]

More time is all I can ask for. Whatever it takes. [If it'll keep Hyde from hurting others for just a little while longer, he'll accept whatever setbacks that comes from it.] And...should he show himself again, is there anything you can make to keep me conscious aware of what's happening? As we speak now, I can hear his whispers in my head, but it's not the same when he is in control. The personality is rather successful of shutting me out.