Padma watched, eyes wide, as he screamed at himself. Old me, she thought. Taking over.
Was it a split personality or more than one soul in this body? A few months ago, she would have assumed the former automatically, but now... with all the crazy things that had been happening, Padma was ready to believe almost anything. She fingered her almost useless wand, and tried to surreptitiously glance around for something to defend herself if the old me, who was apparently dangerous, took over. She wished for a moment that Faelan was here. The magical drain didn't affect his werewolf strength and quickness.
"What did you do, El... Elias?" Padma asked, keeping her voice very gentle. "Did your other self take over and hurt someone?"