Mine...mine..mine..mineminemine... you hear her say it over and over, try as you might, you can't block the word out and you end up quietly parroting the word in chorus with her. Slowly your own mental voice get's softer and softer until it fades away.

But then there's a whisper, there's a light.

"...Wh-Huh?!" gasps the naga.

She finds her self in her own mind, it's pitch black.

She stands parallel to you.

You open your mouth.

"Name's James, James Carlton Johnson"

You step closer to her, a light flashes with every step.

"Call me Jack, Carl, whatever, I don't give a damn"

You step closer, "I can be sarcastic, and a horny asshat, who is just as likely to make a clever joke as a horrible one. But I can be nice if I wanna."

The naga stares, mouth agape.

"I'm (18-21) years old!"

The naga stammers, "B-but I ab-"

"My mom's name is Alissa, my father's is Jim"

"Two of my sisters are nagas, and I may, or may not, have the blood of the ancient being known as Tao-snken, my family isn't very sure."

" But neither of those have anything to do with how I'm fighting back"

You place your hand on the shoulder of the naga's mind form.

"It's because....I'm a fucking badass"

You punch her hard, your fist flys through the air (mindair?) like a rocket.

Her face cracks like glass upon impact, probably because you're both in her mind and magic stuff.

She whimpers out a little "no".

You punch her again, her face shatters.

Meanwhile in the real word, the mindscape fight causes your soul to escape from her, the naga shakes, her body twists and liquidfies, it's veey form swirls and changes, into a familiar form.
....

It's you.

Your soul reenters.

" Woah, I, I didn't expect to get my body back"

You feel over yourself, it's you.

You can hear something in the back of your mind.

It's the naga, screaming for help.

...

You're better than her, maybe not as much as you should be, but better nonetheless, and you release her soul.


You stand there, slowly processing what happened.