I land awkwardly on my foot, the stab of pain climbing up my ankle, my leg, towards my hip. Wincing, I bite back the yelp of pain, aware of Jai's eyes on me. Turn that ankle, do a few tendus with that foot, and still his eyes burn into me. It angers me, which is stupid, but makes me want to lash out at him, drive him away, let him get a taste of his own medicine. His absence has been like a wedge driven between us, it's a cleaver hacking me piece by piece, bleeding me dry, driving me into despair.