"So what you're telling me is that you're too spineless to resist it without chemical assistance. That your ancestry is just as pathetic as you are that none of you know how to conduct yourselves," Equius continued to needle him, riling him up very well as he was released. He turned back to Gamzee with his bow in hand, keeping another arrow trained on the highblood as he moved. "You may not have wanted it, but then you took it and you owned it to the detriment of your body, your mind and your relationships with everybody you cared about. Or fooled yourself into thinking you cared about. What of Nitram?" he asked, his head tilting up to track Gamzee around the room with his sights still trained on him. "He may not have died by your hand, but you desecrated his corpse when you had feelings for him. Your values, such as they were, are all completely defunct now in the face of what you've done to yourself.

You want me to respect you? Now you have to give me a reason to."

He loosed another arrow then easily reloaded, keeping his distance as he knew that Gamzee specialized in close range, blunt force attacks. His fists would do little good if his skull was caved in by juggling clubs. He would recover from it and continue to exist in this silent hell, but at least he'd been able to face Gamzee and confront him over everything that he'd been mulling over for the past sweep.