“I’m not on no bullshit,” Messiah said, lifting his shirt and turning around to show he wasn’t strapped. “Niggas like you are always on bullshit, Messiah,” Ethic stated, voice deep and unforgiving. “I thought you were dead.” “I was close to it,” Messiah revealed. “You left my fucking…” Ethic stopped himself and cleared his throat. “I picked up a lot of broken pieces after you disappeared, Messiah. You broke Mo down. Even before she thought you died, and now you come back like it’s nothing. Like the shit you do don’t affect her!”
