#bombshell time

He awkwardly spins one about in one of his vastly larger hands, sometimes even in disbelief of his own ability not to ruin them, despite handling them with legal weapons of mass destruction, and pain.

And, yet, that feeling, could only linger for so long. After all, was the person he turns into when securely alone in here- even that same person that has broken, fucked, and hurt, AND killed, so many? That sounds nonsensical... Look at him.

He looks so small compared to all of the furniture here. He looks just like a child.

LOOK at him! He is wearing pastel blue pajamas with fluffy, sown-on clouds on them that cover his entire body. He has glow in the dark moon and star stickers plastered all over the ceiling above him.