[Even when there's probably none. Even when it's landed them at the bottom of too many layers of hell to count now, probably, and he should have stopped a long time ago. He balls his hands into fists and doesn't even flinch at the vicious ache.
It keeps back all the other words building up behind his eyes. He's punched and yelled at enough trees today.]
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[Even when there's probably none. Even when it's landed them at the bottom of too many layers of hell to count now, probably, and he should have stopped a long time ago. He balls his hands into fists and doesn't even flinch at the vicious ache.
It keeps back all the other words building up behind his eyes. He's punched and yelled at enough trees today.]