Phantom Hollow Naughty little fly, why does it cry?

Judas' argument almost went on when something disrupted his personal chat. A side glance made out someone he had not seen, but he knew their smell. A flash of hate and anger lit up his face, a savage snarl arising. "Him. He stopped me" he whispered amongst himself. In his eyes, the 'good Judas' was still by his side, looking upon Judas with a thankful look. Something only Judas could see. "We should kill him" The dark voice whispered, only for the conflicted wolf's head to turn the other way, expression changing to one of irritation. "No we won't."

Judas turned around to face the one peeking in at him, knowing full well he must have heard his little conversation. Yet he pretended that the other wolf didn't. "I know how you feel toward me. And believe me, I would too. It was just past demons coming up. You know how sharp some memories can be, right?" He paused, the nagging voice of coyote-Judas sending commands. "Listen, I'm sorry. Really."

How I write Judas now might be a little confusing. So to help if you are confused, italic/bold is coyote Judas. Or evil Judas. He's a little nuts