The heat of the anger slowly drained away, pulling the strength from my body until I simply collapsed onto my knees, the helplessness of the moment forcing a sob from my chest. The bitter question tore its way out of my throat, "Is this the only reason I'm alive? To clean up your old messes?"
Lucy's face crumpled with pain. She could only manage a soft, sad whisper, "I'm sorry..."
"You're sorry?" I looked at her, my eyes blazing through the tears. "If you really mean it, then go find your own body and take that! Stop stealing what belongs to me!"
She shook her head, tears filling her own eyes. "I can't. You are my body now. If you die, I die. I am part of you, and you are part of me."
"But why do I have to suffer the worst?" I demanded, grinding my teeth in frustration. "While I'm out there fighting and hurting, you're sitting here, safe and peaceful, in this pretty dream world you made!"
