Idris sits on a log by the side of the road clutching his head in both hands. Anyone nearby would hear him loudly arguing with himself and speaking in two voices, one his regular voice, and the other a more raspy one with a strange accent.
"No man, i like my body, i thought we were friends!"
"We are homes, im a better fighter though you though puta"
"I dont even know what that means man, get out of my head"
"You cant get rid of me you wussy healer"
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