Logan's P.O.V.
T.W.: Cursing, Self-depreciation, Fighting.

I stayed calm in appearance so I wouldn't cause Anxiety a panic attack, but now that I wasn't with him, I could feel the rage and anger surge through my bones, making my blood boil.

The second I arrived, I walked up to Roman.

I smacked him, hard.

The sound it made was enough to make Thomas and Patton wince in shock.

"What the HELL?!" He exclaimed, bringing his hand to the side of his face. There was already a mark forming.

"LOGAN!" Patton scolded, getting up from a calmer Thomas.

I gave him a look, making him immediatly sit back down and shut up.

"Patton. Thomas. Leave. Now."
I ordered, my eyes never leaving Roman as he looked at me, fear and regret in his eyes.

Patton, knowing there was nothing he could do about this, dragged Thomas in to the mind.

No one argues with a pissed off Logan.

I lifted Roman by the front of his suit and slammed him against the wall, pinning him in the air.

He stared at me, shock evident in his eyes, feet dangling off the ground.

My fist collided with his stomach, causing him to sputter and cough as I tossed him in a heap on the ground.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" I yelled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He spat, struggling to get up.

I smacked him again, leaving another red mark as I pulled him up off the floor and shoved him against the wall as hard as I could. I leaned in closer, our faces only a few inches apart.

"What... Did... You... Say... To... Anxiety." I snarled through gritted teeth, voice dangerously low, venom dripping from every word.

Silence.

My left fist collided with his face, and the rest was a red blur, resulting in a black eye, bloody nose, broken arm, and tons of bruises.

"This. Is. Your. Last. Chance."
I drew back my left fist, staring him in the eyes with pure hate and disgust.

"OK-OK! I'LL TALK! Anxiety and I got into an argument over Thomas and I shoved him and slapped him and called him a pathetic disorder!" He rushed, eyes squeezed shut, one hand surrendered, head facing away from me, trying to feign innocence that he didn't have.

"Why would you do that?! YOU KNOW HOW HE FEELS!" I yelled.

"I know, I know! Do you know how much I regret doing that?! I feel awful about it! All of it! I feel awful about all of the times we've argued, all of the names I've called him, each and everyday I regret it! Ok?! Everything! All because I don't know how to accept the FACT, that I can't  do ANYTHING without MESSING IT UP SOMEHOW! That all I do is annoy the HELL out of EVERYONE I TALK TO! That I can't even look in the MIRROR, because all I see is a weak, ignorant, self-centered PIECE OF SHIT!"

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3rd Peron P.O.V.

Logan was frozen in shock.

The only sound was the deep, heavy breaths coming in and out of Roman.

"...and I took it out on Anxiety..."
Prince whispered, coming off of his anger-high. Tears already rolling off his cheeks and and bloody lip onto the carpet with a soft Thud...Thud...

Logan slowly got up from leaning over Roman.

"Listen, even though you are going through personal struggles, that doesn't let you off the hook right now. What you did was wrong and unacceptable."

"You're right. This is my fault, no one else's... I shall go apologize to Anxiety now..."

And with that, Roman sunk down into the Mind clutching his broken arm and blood running down his face from his nose, limping.