[If someone could pack a punch into a word, Ronan would have done so right then. There's no hope of getting memories out of his head now. Brain matter and blood on his hand play in a repeating loop, along with the sensation of having the life strangled out of him.
He's desperate to end the conversation, both out of the irresistible need to hit something and of knowing he should have kept his mouth shut.]
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[If someone could pack a punch into a word, Ronan would have done so right then. There's no hope of getting memories out of his head now. Brain matter and blood on his hand play in a repeating loop, along with the sensation of having the life strangled out of him.
He's desperate to end the conversation, both out of the irresistible need to hit something and of knowing he should have kept his mouth shut.]
I'll let you know if I see your oil shit.