[ this is where he should make some smartass comment about how if he wasn't, he wouldn't have called his bluff. something, something stop under estimating him. they really aren't the same, and maybe all of the above. but also, he nearly dropped himself off a building a few days ago.

got actually dropped off a building a few days before that. he isn't sure of himself. and it's not like he's gotten any reassurance. just one accusation after another.

The other Jason's grip is tight, but he's calculating exactly which way to move to get out of it. Or if he even cares enough. He still doesn't know why he's doing this, or why he's asking all of these fucking questions he seems to think he knows the answer to. And Jason? Jason's tired of mindgames. ]

What do you think the answer's gonna be? You said it, I'm some cocky, arrogant kid, who thinks he's invincible. So let me ask you, why are you even bothering? I'm not your fucking responsibility. I don't fucking like you, and you don't like me. So, if you wanna kill me so bad, just fucking do it.

Unless you really wanna hear me talk. Relive these good old days. 'Cause you're not wrong. I just can't figure out why you're doing this in the first place.