[ He paces so far so quick that he disorients himself for a second, surrounds himself within a cluster of parked cars as he drags his hands down his face. Moving, constantly moving to try and get the build-up out, a back and forth stalking panther for three, five, seven seconds.
He blacks out for a singular moment, and when he comes to it's with glass in his knuckles and a broken car window littering the ground beneath his feet like glitter. He didn't even pick up the sound if it breaking. Doesn't feel the aching in his knuckles that may or may not be broken fingers, nor the stinging of several unpleasant new cuts along both his fist and his wrist up to the forearm as a result.
He's stunned to stillness by it for a few seconds, before a small voice murmurs that he better get the hell outta dodge before someone comes out to see what all that was.
He turns again, walking a little more steadily toward the car.
He sits down, quiet and bleeding. Cranks the car up. Puts it in drive. Doesn't move his foot off the break yet.
Another tense second passes, and with his eyes pointed directly forward, he demands: ]
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He blacks out for a singular moment, and when he comes to it's with glass in his knuckles and a broken car window littering the ground beneath his feet like glitter. He didn't even pick up the sound if it breaking. Doesn't feel the aching in his knuckles that may or may not be broken fingers, nor the stinging of several unpleasant new cuts along both his fist and his wrist up to the forearm as a result.
He's stunned to stillness by it for a few seconds, before a small voice murmurs that he better get the hell outta dodge before someone comes out to see what all that was.
He turns again, walking a little more steadily toward the car.
He sits down, quiet and bleeding. Cranks the car up. Puts it in drive. Doesn't move his foot off the break yet.
Another tense second passes, and with his eyes pointed directly forward, he demands: ]
How can you feel that with no soul?
[ Angry, an accusation almost. ]