No, better. The masky-statue can sit there while Alex lifts his hand to hit it, brings his foot back to kick it, pummel it until it breaks, smash it into little pieces, kill -
- kill?
He sways on his feet.
The air is screaming again. This little fuck attacked him and he deserves to--
Something rises in Alex's mind, unbidden: the name Seth.
What the hell?
Then he realises, and it expands: the fact that Seth is probably dead, permanently real-world dead, because of Alex, and that's if he's lucky; a memory, not a feeling, but a memory of horrible heavy guilt. And he can't think well enough to know if this is different.
Frustrated, confused, he waves his arms and sends a blast of wind into the masky-statue, making it skid down the corridor away from him. ]
[action of still being capable of moral quandries, kinda]
No, better. The masky-statue can sit there while Alex lifts his hand to hit it, brings his foot back to kick it, pummel it until it breaks, smash it into little pieces, kill -
- kill?
He sways on his feet.
The air is screaming again. This little fuck attacked him and he deserves to--
Something rises in Alex's mind, unbidden: the name Seth.
What the hell?
Then he realises, and it expands: the fact that Seth is probably dead, permanently real-world dead, because of Alex, and that's if he's lucky; a memory, not a feeling, but a memory of horrible heavy guilt. And he can't think well enough to know if this is different.
Frustrated, confused, he waves his arms and sends a blast of wind into the masky-statue, making it skid down the corridor away from him. ]