[For a long minute, it seems like he might finally do it. The Dark makes it seem so easy to just twist his wrists to the side and snap her neck right then and there. Something is pulling him to do it, just as something is calling him to resist. The result is that one of his own tears mixes with her's. And then another. And another.
Finally, he let's go with a roar of frustration, swinging his fists to instead slam them heavily on the wall, along with what remains of his bulk. And he sits there, shaking with a mixture of anger and grief, fighting with exhaustion that suddenly grips him as he continues to bang his fists in an effort to work all the energy out of himself.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually his blind rage ends, and he is left leaning against the wall -- wheezing.]
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Finally, he let's go with a roar of frustration, swinging his fists to instead slam them heavily on the wall, along with what remains of his bulk. And he sits there, shaking with a mixture of anger and grief, fighting with exhaustion that suddenly grips him as he continues to bang his fists in an effort to work all the energy out of himself.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually his blind rage ends, and he is left leaning against the wall -- wheezing.]