[Not dead, when everyone else is, and it always feels a little unfair to wake up the next morning and think that. Weigh yourself against the dead and think the wrong choice got made, somehow. Then put it away and move forward.
Matthias keeps his attention fixed on his boots, on the imprint that the toe is making in the dirt. He ignores the caged-up feeling that he has in his chest, which is eating at him like a corrosive acid, chewing him up and spreading that hot feeling in behind his eyes.]
What about you, then. [Defense as offense. He looks up all at once, forces himself to stare mutinously in Isaac's face. The grim set of his jaw tells a lot about what he's remembering and thinking.] Which one of 'em was your friend? What did you like about them?
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Matthias keeps his attention fixed on his boots, on the imprint that the toe is making in the dirt. He ignores the caged-up feeling that he has in his chest, which is eating at him like a corrosive acid, chewing him up and spreading that hot feeling in behind his eyes.]
What about you, then. [Defense as offense. He looks up all at once, forces himself to stare mutinously in Isaac's face. The grim set of his jaw tells a lot about what he's remembering and thinking.] Which one of 'em was your friend? What did you like about them?