The cat has the rat. I pushed myself off the ground quickly, making her lose her footing. I twisted around and grabbed her throat in one hand and her hands in the other and pinned her to the ground again.

“That was in the past!” I shouted. “The rat’s spirit did that, not me! We are all different from the past hosts! We are different from the spirits! Do you really want a life of constant fear because of something that happened in the past?!

“I sure don’t!! Instead of fighting why don’t we try to find a way out of this dreaded curse? We all feel pain! Because of the rat’s spirit, I too have a ruined life! If I didn’t have the rat’s spirit I could go to public school and have friends and not be afraid of being a outcast in society! We aren’t so different!” My eyes narrowed. “Even if you beat me, there’s nothing to gain but false pride.”

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True no? *sweatdrops*