...and, if it's not really me? What then?

The Raid King doesn’t respond to her, but that was no matter. Caedes aims to hit him hard and fast, seeking to savagely bury the antlers her vessel has into the chest of the man. Inside she can feel the resistance of the girl pushing at their conscience, fighting to regain control in a state where she was both aware of what was going on and yet not the one in control. Caedes certainly didn’t expect the man to so easily side step her attack. She twisted her head, thrusting it back in an attempt to slash him. She wasn’t sure if any of the tines got the man, a snarl ripping from her maw.

She feels teeth grab her neck near the scruff, and Caedes barely braces her body for the weight of the Raid King as he wraps his limbs around her shoulders. She is larger, heavier, if only by a bit, and she seeks to attempt tossing him as she bucks her body. Everything is lurching within her mind, her snarl becoming distorted as Rivin breaks in, her voice frustrated and pained as continues to struggle. Desperately she wants to resist this part of herself. Hurting the Raiders, any of them… they were her family. She couldn’t… she wouldn’t! “F-Fuck… o-ff!” It felt like she was tearing her own mind apart. Fighting herself… was that the real fight occurring right now?

"Speech," 'Thought.'