[ He keeps his gaze on the ceiling. Not able to say anything for a minute, because he thinks he might actually cry and nobody needs a grown-ass mutant sobbing over dead people. Nobody does that anymore.
He rubs the heel of his hand into his eye and drops it. ]
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[ He keeps his gaze on the ceiling. Not able to say anything for a minute, because he thinks he might actually cry and nobody needs a grown-ass mutant sobbing over dead people. Nobody does that anymore.
He rubs the heel of his hand into his eye and drops it. ]
I - I came back way too late, and all wrong.