"There is...another me, inside of me," Theodore said softly, not able to meet Jamie's eyes, looking away, in disbelief that he was saying this much. "And he hates me. He...wants out, or to take control. He takes my thoughts and twists them and...the only time he goes away is when someone..." He reached for Jamie's hand, clutching to it, pulling it to his face and holding it to his cheek with a sigh. "Oh god, that's so much better," he murmured.