[Hounds of Gillitie]

-smiles-
I'll try.
-leans on the counter, looks at-


....You shut up.
Stop whining about your fucking wrist, it's your fault it's broken because you can't control yourself.
-glares, stands-
It's your fault you won't go to the hospital, because you're a scared little pansy.
I only stick around because I like it when you hit me.
-eyes narrow, tearing up-
Unlike you, I take what I deserve instead of running from it, because I'm not a coward.