[ he could think of a million nasty comments to make in response to her confirmation, but he doesn't have the energy for it—not even to acknowledge her words.
He remains turned away but eventually will speak again. It's quiet but clear. The only motions he seems to be actively making is picking and digging at the wounds beneath his soiled and tattered gloves, like making the blood flow is keeping him sane.
It probably is. ]
Then get out.
[ he doesn't have anything else he can think of saying, he just wants to be alone and he doesn't know where else to be alone but here. ]
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He remains turned away but eventually will speak again. It's quiet but clear. The only motions he seems to be actively making is picking and digging at the wounds beneath his soiled and tattered gloves, like making the blood flow is keeping him sane.
It probably is. ]
Then get out.
[ he doesn't have anything else he can think of saying, he just wants to be alone and he doesn't know where else to be alone but here. ]