Jessica yelped, dropping her coffee on the ground. She didn't move an inch, even as the hot liquid pooled around her feet. Instead, she cautiously turned her eyes toward him, completely overwhelmed and baffled and scared.

"Gamzee? What are you doing?" Wasn't he normal now? Hadn't he had a change in personality? They'd talked, he'd apologized for what had happened before. Why was he holding a scythe to her throat now? And where did one even get a scythe anyway?