His assault is perfect and relentless, each Future Him reporting coordinates through Sollux and each past him swinging and waiting to report and spin again. A second passes, maybe, and he feels each swing of the sword, knows there are exactly eleven of him in this room, attacking in perfect unison and grace, and when Jade reappears he has to wait for all the Daves to vanish because she's in that perfect blind spot-

"This is what we always wanted isn't it -- isn't it, Dave, isn't it?"

The hatred solidifies, black and bile and arousal coagulating into a single entity, to hell with Vriska, he will kill this thing himself, and before he can reign it under control he's swinging again - this time for whatever he can hit-

"Look at me!"

-and he is in another place already, whispered coordinates and shooshing coming from Sollux in his mind, and he swings again-

"A freak like me-"

-spin, swing, spin, swing-

"-is your equal-"

-spin, swing, spin, swing, spinswingspinswing, and Sollux's calming little thoughts finally shatter through everything and he howls-

"Give Jade back to me!"