[It's that same rush of discomfort, of familiarity so nauseating that he visibly fights the urge to buckle over. But to right himself, seeing her injured, empty, and asking for death--
Anger stiffens his motions as he strides up to her, grabs the shard... and drops it as he backhands her hard across the face.]
Re: RAGE
Anger stiffens his motions as he strides up to her, grabs the shard... and drops it as he backhands her hard across the face.]