No. No, just - just shut up for a minute. You talk a lot.
[He pinches the bridge of his nose; in the back of his head there's a pounding headache growing. His fingers are freezing, like he's bleeding to death all over again. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and think, just think.]
[Hitting Kakyoin is going to do nothing at all. Just make him alone. And maybe he wants to be and maybe he doesn't, but it wasn't . . . supposed to be a bad thing. It wasn't supposed to be. And hurting him seems wrong, not because he's weak or any nonsense like that but because it would be too much like self-pity.]
[What the hell is he going to do with this thing, though? Keep it? Put it somewhere he can see it? Every day he'll see it and hate Joseph, hate himself for being dead, hate everyone here for not being the right person. So what the hell is the point?]
[He lets out a sharp breath, crosses his arms, opens his eyes. Now he just looks tired.]
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[He pinches the bridge of his nose; in the back of his head there's a pounding headache growing. His fingers are freezing, like he's bleeding to death all over again. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and think, just think.]
[Hitting Kakyoin is going to do nothing at all. Just make him alone. And maybe he wants to be and maybe he doesn't, but it wasn't . . . supposed to be a bad thing. It wasn't supposed to be. And hurting him seems wrong, not because he's weak or any nonsense like that but because it would be too much like self-pity.]
[What the hell is he going to do with this thing, though? Keep it? Put it somewhere he can see it? Every day he'll see it and hate Joseph, hate himself for being dead, hate everyone here for not being the right person. So what the hell is the point?]
[He lets out a sharp breath, crosses his arms, opens his eyes. Now he just looks tired.]
I really hate all of you, you know.