[Direct hit, Silver. He doesn't even realize that he stopped glaring at the other boy, now staring wide-eyed at the floor. That fork is somehow in his hand again, and his hand is a tight fist. His other hand attempts to strangle the couch cushion, fingers digging against the fabric.]
...Leave me alone. [Because he knows that, dammit, and he wishes he didn't. He knows Martel doesn't like it...she doesn't approve of it...she doesn't understand it. The anguish etched into her face as she told him he needed to stop this is etched into the grooves of his brain. He knows how much hatred consumes, because it's consumed his whole life and the person he used to be, swallowed it all whole and spat out the bones. Losing sight of everything... Did he lose sight of everything? Martel is everything... But she didn't want the spoils of any of the victories he never had, so what was the point? He doesn't know anymore.]
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...Leave me alone. [Because he knows that, dammit, and he wishes he didn't. He knows Martel doesn't like it...she doesn't approve of it...she doesn't understand it. The anguish etched into her face as she told him he needed to stop this is etched into the grooves of his brain. He knows how much hatred consumes, because it's consumed his whole life and the person he used to be, swallowed it all whole and spat out the bones. Losing sight of everything... Did he lose sight of everything? Martel is everything... But she didn't want the spoils of any of the victories he never had, so what was the point? He doesn't know anymore.]