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Sunday | Post-Execution
[He tries to make himself available after trials and executions for anyone who wants to talk, vent, or just bother him for food. This Sunday, however... well, watching one teenager forced to shove the head of another underwater until she drowned has quite the effect on a sea-faring man.
He's pissed, pure and simple. The best kindness he can show everyone is by making himself scarce so they're not on the receiving end of his fury.
That said, he still wants a cup of tea, so to the kitchen he heads. Just five minutes, he tells himself. Then he'll be out of here, back in his room, or at least any other place where it's safe to be furious...]
He's pissed, pure and simple. The best kindness he can show everyone is by making himself scarce so they're not on the receiving end of his fury.
That said, he still wants a cup of tea, so to the kitchen he heads. Just five minutes, he tells himself. Then he'll be out of here, back in his room, or at least any other place where it's safe to be furious...]
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No, really, Ion. It's not you, it's just--
[He fuckin hates this, and feels the emotion start to work itself into his bones again. There's a pause, him raking a hand through his hair]
Don't feel guilty, alright? I'm just an ass right now.