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Morgana grabbed her jacket off the rack and put it on, gritting her teeth. “This is going too far, Jim.”
Jim, trailing behind her with a considerable limp, began to speak. “Morgana, you know I-”
“SIT BACK DOWN!” Morgana whipped around to face him, barking the order with all the intensity of a drill sergeant. Jim obeyed, dropping to the ground wordlessly, wincing at the pain that shot down his leg when he did.
Morgana sighed. “I meant gently, Jim… You’re going to hurt yourself even more doing that.” She said.
“Babe, please. The show is getting bigger all the time. They’re gonna keep getting crazier with the stunts, so we might as well get used to it.” Jim shrugged. “...Right?”
“I can’t get used to you getting hurt all the time! You’re allowed to say no, you know…! To all of these dangerous things they’re having you do…”
“No doesn’t keep my career afloat, Morgana. You know that. And, may I remind you that Darkwing Duck’s catchphrase is literally ‘let’s get dangerous?’ Obviously, they’re going to have me do ‘dangerous things’, it’s in the job description!” Jim threw his arms up.
“I don’t care about the stupid catchphrase!” Morgana exclaimed, her fists clenching at her sides. “You know what? I quit. I’m done. We’re done.” She looked as if she was about to leave before Jim desperately began to try and scramble to his feet, using a nearby chair to hoist himself up. Morgana pushed him down.
“Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself again!” She said, and her anger was suddenly reignited. “Just like you keep doing! Over and over! Every time you get hurt on that set, it hurts everyone who cares about you, too. You know that, right? Nobody who loves you wants you to break any more bones.”
Jim stood up, scowling. “Oh, then I guess I’m not hurting anyone but myself, huh? You clearly don’t care that much about me if you’re leaving me over nothing. Because that’s real caring of you.” He crossed his arms.
Morgana’s eyes widened as he said this, and her hands were enveloped in an angry, red aura. “It is NOT NOTHING!” She cried out, bolts of red lightning shooting out of her palms, nearly hitting Jim before he stumbled back and out of the way. He leaned against the counter and covered his face, startled by the display of power.
When Morgana saw how much she had frightened him, she immediately came to her senses, calming down. “I’m sorry, Jim… I didn’t mean to…” She sighed, taking a few slow steps toward Jim. “You know I love you, and that means I can’t watch you fall apart.” She gently cupped his face.
Jim recoiled at the touch as if she had slapped him, gritting his teeth and moving away from the counter, standing up on his own.
“Fine, go! I don’t care! This show will be better off without you! I’ll be better off without you! Yeah, and you’ll be fucking sorry you ever left! Get out of my fucking dressing room!” He opened the door, grabbed her purse, and threw it out onto the ground. She yelped as he forced her to follow it out, slamming the door once she was finally on the other side.
A few hours later, Elmo found him sitting at the counter in his dressing room, his head in his hands, and the mirror in front of him shattered into a million pieces.
He decided not to disturb Jim, slowly closing the door.