“Look at me. Look at me, Anon.” Vessel has Anon cornered, their back against the wall. He’s angry because he feels ignored. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” he says, “You’ve been ignoring me. What do they have that I don’t?” Anon explains they were just making friends, but Vessel isn’t convinced. He cups Anon’s face, saying, “I’ve told you a thousand times - you’re mine. Mine. And I don’t want to share you.” He adds, “I think you need a reminder as to who you belong to.”