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[donereasoning]

[He has spent days behind a locked, iron door, interacting only with those passing by or the damned orderlies. He was restrained like a dog, growing madder and madder as time went by. He has slammed himself into doors and walls just to get the static out of his mind. His efforts were in vain; it's all he can hear now

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[donereasoning]

[He jerks back his damaged hand, shoving her in the process. He has no weapon on him this time... what a shame.]

Dispose of me? [He chuckles.] You may try.

[He's aware of her knife now, but he'll try to at least grab her arm anyway.]

Sorry I'm late gais

[c6h4cl2]

| Len had been rather busy in an adjoining hallway; ridding the facility of any and all persons who shared his face that he happened to come across, when he'd heard their voices. One voice he recognized as his Rin, and another that didn't matter because Rin sounded upset. Therefore, whomever it was that owned the voice would need to be removed. Why would it matter who it was?
He reached the end of the hallway just in time to witness Rin being punched, gripping the bloody handle of the cleaver he'd acquired via the kitchen tighter in his hand at the sight.
Whatever the two had said afterwards had been fallen deaf on Len's ears as his rage began building. |

Do not

touch her

again.