“I can hear you…” croaked James, his voice raspy and pained. “I don’t like the part where… I’m some kind of disgusting parasite.” He tried to get to his hooves, but his legs didn’t seem to want to obey him. He was still unsteady, flopping around in the slime inside his cocoon. “I also didn’t like the part where you left me for dead.” His voice had the strange echoing quality that Ocellus’s did, only more so.