[ he figured that would probably be the question, so david's ready for it. sort of. it's still a terse reply, giving away how little he wants to talk about it, but he swallows that. looks down at his bandaged hands, at the dried blood under his nails. ]
Thought about beating that prick to death more times than I can count, course it felt good.
[ despite saying it felt good, there's a flatness to the way david says it. like he's distancing himself from it. he doesn't like that it felt good, doesn't want to think about what that says about him, what it means going forward. ]
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[ he figured that would probably be the question, so david's ready for it. sort of. it's still a terse reply, giving away how little he wants to talk about it, but he swallows that. looks down at his bandaged hands, at the dried blood under his nails. ]
Thought about beating that prick to death more times than I can count, course it felt good.
[ despite saying it felt good, there's a flatness to the way david says it. like he's distancing himself from it. he doesn't like that it felt good, doesn't want to think about what that says about him, what it means going forward. ]