The violent personality merely laughed at her sentiments about how their minds worked. They saw what Xander did because he needed protection from others. He was an innocent pup always in the present and unaware of the evil that was out there, the evil that he held within him also. He didn't bother with the retort, she could think whatever she wanted to think.
The personality didn't care as much about what Hades, Persephone and Zeus had to say about things. Hades was his boss, but he could always just do it and then get punished later for it. He would still get the satisfaction of doing it. Removing himself and allowing Xander back the control in time for the beating, his eyes returned to their light blue and his curled his arm up to block the attacks. "Why... are you hitting me?" He asked, pulling away from her attacks and running into a locker. His brows furrowed in worry, her nail had scrapped his cheek making it bleed.