His tone is bitter. Something close to amused, closer to anger bubbling under the surface. Gabe just rolls his shoulders and moves past it. Anger ought to be bottled, used to fuel and motivate. Saved for special occasions, and special targets. He's been forgetting that lesson even after it drove him to thirteen carved bullets and thirteen tally marks tattooed on his arm.
Maybe it's time to remember how useful anger can be when you make friends with it.
"Really sad part is they're not lying about that. You don't get your fuck on often enough, you'll turn into a monster." Gabe snorts. "In case you're wondering, mine involves being on fire. Super fun for everyone involved."
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His tone is bitter. Something close to amused, closer to anger bubbling under the surface. Gabe just rolls his shoulders and moves past it. Anger ought to be bottled, used to fuel and motivate. Saved for special occasions, and special targets. He's been forgetting that lesson even after it drove him to thirteen carved bullets and thirteen tally marks tattooed on his arm.
Maybe it's time to remember how useful anger can be when you make friends with it.
"Really sad part is they're not lying about that. You don't get your fuck on often enough, you'll turn into a monster." Gabe snorts. "In case you're wondering, mine involves being on fire. Super fun for everyone involved."