"You think I don't know about the balance now? Fuck, dude! I learned it alright and you doing this isn't setting it right, you're just gonna tip the balance again and—" he immediately lifted his hands in front of him now to cover himself in a defensive posture. He didn't want whatever Barclay was gonna throw at him, but he also knew that in the end, this was revenge, whether Barclay realized it or not. But Alex wasn't the one on the high horse anymore. No, that was left for people who hadn't fucked up so hard that it scarred their spirit with a black stain.
A black stain that Alex didn't think would go away. He had to be careful now and he was terrified of accessing the spirit world right now. He didn't want to see what his spirit looked like. Not all that black slime that wasn't slime. It was there, tainting him. Balance, yeah, sure. He'd fucked with balance and balance set things right. To bad it setting things right meant that Alex wore his mistake like a badge of dishonor.
Alex crouched down to cover his head, "I swear, homes, I swear this is balanced already! You're just keeping the revenge cycle going. That's not what you want!" But Alex knew his words were upon deaf ears. Barclay wanted vengeance for what Alex did to Ashton, whether it was knowing or not. Chances were he wanted to be the one to set it right. He wanted that right, and not knowing that someone or something already took care of it.