The sudden hostility has him flinch back. He was always the sort to get jumpy but it occurs now that the automatic fear isn't unwarranted. They're in Hell. Maybe he should have looked to see what for after all.
Then again, does it matter? He's going to hurt here anyway.
He shakes his head. He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to do this at all. But he lets himself be shamed, shrinking in on himself and rubbing at his arm. He's a coward, it said so on his paper. He'd take the easiest way out no matter what.
He might have been about to speak, or maybe he was fooling himself, but any words that might have been die out as the first slash goes across his cheek. He yelps in surprise and reaches up, fingers coming away bloody. The next cut slashes into his arm. He hisses and stifles anything more pathetic. Just barely. Ah, he thinks, so this is how it will happen.
He doesn't look at Liam, instead walking off to sink down against a wall.
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Then again, does it matter? He's going to hurt here anyway.
He shakes his head. He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to do this at all. But he lets himself be shamed, shrinking in on himself and rubbing at his arm. He's a coward, it said so on his paper. He'd take the easiest way out no matter what.
He might have been about to speak, or maybe he was fooling himself, but any words that might have been die out as the first slash goes across his cheek. He yelps in surprise and reaches up, fingers coming away bloody. The next cut slashes into his arm. He hisses and stifles anything more pathetic. Just barely. Ah, he thinks, so this is how it will happen.
He doesn't look at Liam, instead walking off to sink down against a wall.