"No...I don't want to fight it..." He could, and if things got dangerous, they all could, but that was not the outcome he wanted.

The Shadow shrugged, relaxing as he stood with his hands on him hips before tilting his head towards Tazendra. "Why? Because he won't. And since I like you guys and he was closest, he was my target."

The real Duster let go of K'pandolu. "I wouldn't punch anyone," he insisted.

"You would if you could. You can't keep everything inside and let people walk over you."

"I'm not going to do that by hurting people!" He stepped closer.

"Then what, talk to them? When was the last time you talked to dad? Oh wait, you gave up because you hate dealing with your problems yourself. If no one's going to fix your life, then what's the point?"

Duster bit his lip. He didn't like where this was going, and he didn't want to prove his Shadow's point by violently shutting him up before it was too late.

"Because...I was busy. And I know better than to be angry," he shakily replied.