[As the stranger's words sink in, and Charles' own outburst echoes in his mind, the anger begins to seep out, and shame floods into its place. His shoulders hunch, folding in on himself.]
Yeah, [he bites out.
Cruel, though, is an understatement; it's downright vicious, violent. It takes good people - people who deserve life, and happiness - and tears them into shreds, while those who deserve torment grow old. His father reclines on the sofa, watching Coronation Street with a cup of tea, pleasantly free of his long-vanished son.]
Sorry. For losing my temper. [He sniffs, and rests his chin on his arm, eyes pointedly avoiding Zane.] Been a rough few days.
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Yeah, [he bites out.
Cruel, though, is an understatement; it's downright vicious, violent. It takes good people - people who deserve life, and happiness - and tears them into shreds, while those who deserve torment grow old. His father reclines on the sofa, watching Coronation Street with a cup of tea, pleasantly free of his long-vanished son.]
Sorry. For losing my temper. [He sniffs, and rests his chin on his arm, eyes pointedly avoiding Zane.] Been a rough few days.