[ it's a searing pain, followed by a draft. the cold air hits his flesh. his eyes flicker towards his hands — they're a mess of exposed meat and bone. it's red. everything is red.
on reflex, he tries to flex his fingers and is only met with pain.
jacopo laughs. ]
Hah...hahaha...ahahaha...! You think — you insolent...fucking rats! You think—
[ they're wrong. about what? about what, he asks himself. he desperately thrashes his legs forward, his head, his shoulders, much like a wildebeest, but the world has already begun to blur. that fury of his quiets into something that beats against his chest and cannot possibly escape.
he gnashes his teeth, hard, and focuses on the anger before it slurs into sorrow.
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on reflex, he tries to flex his fingers and is only met with pain.
jacopo laughs. ]
Hah...hahaha...ahahaha...! You think — you insolent...fucking rats! You think—
[ they're wrong. about what? about what, he asks himself. he desperately thrashes his legs forward, his head, his shoulders, much like a wildebeest, but the world has already begun to blur. that fury of his quiets into something that beats against his chest and cannot possibly escape.
he gnashes his teeth, hard, and focuses on the anger before it slurs into sorrow.
ask away, mateys. ]