[ That'd sting normally. But Alex is still reeling from his own twisted horrorscape, so he pales, trembling. Without even thinking, he tries to punch Michael with twitching hands. He can't feel them. But if he concentrates hard enough--
They curl, slightly. And it's more of a hopeless slap at his face. ] Fuck you!
[ Shaking, not standing. Actually registering the fact that his hands are terribly burned, his arms are hurting, and it's Michael here- ]
You did all this...? The- Cle- Clear, the screaming, it was you?
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They curl, slightly. And it's more of a hopeless slap at his face. ] Fuck you!
[ Shaking, not standing. Actually registering the fact that his hands are terribly burned, his arms are hurting, and it's Michael here- ]
You did all this...? The- Cle- Clear, the screaming, it was you?