[ It's easier to breathe, now. The anger retreats. For a little it was like fighting Carolina all over again, except there was no armor, no distance between skin at all, and that had been worse, somehow. Sharkface shakes himself, running a hand through his hair. He wants to be somewhere else. He wants to shower and scrub the sweat off and not be here, with all these people staring at him and what he almost did.
He would have, he realizes. There'd been no room for rational thought, with that anger. He would have killed her without a second thought, or tried to. A stranger, when all they'd wanted was to spar.
It's dangerous, to be so completely out of control. You fucking psychopath.The shame hits him next, too hard to tap down entirely.
Sharkface shakes himself again, and then takes his broken finger in hand and snaps it back into place.
It hurts, but not that much. Not compared to everything else. ]
You injured?
[ He signs that, too. It feels safer than speaking. ]
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He would have, he realizes. There'd been no room for rational thought, with that anger. He would have killed her without a second thought, or tried to. A stranger, when all they'd wanted was to spar.
It's dangerous, to be so completely out of control. You fucking psychopath.The shame hits him next, too hard to tap down entirely.
Sharkface shakes himself again, and then takes his broken finger in hand and snaps it back into place.
It hurts, but not that much. Not compared to everything else. ]
You injured?
[ He signs that, too. It feels safer than speaking. ]