[ Maine snorts and drops his gaze to his hands. Runs his fingertips over the freshest scars on his knuckles. "Get pissed off." He's good at that. Problem is that if he gives in to it — if he succumbs to the fury and grief boiling beneath the surface — he doesn't know if he'll be able to stop.
It's been a while since he killed anyone, but that's not a credit to him. He tried a few times back in the station. Tried and was forcibly stopped by the only person who could stop him. And that person's not here.
Maine glances at the bottle. Wonders if he should call it a night. ]
Been trying to stay calm.
[ It's more than he'd usually reveal. Tongue still loose. ]
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It's been a while since he killed anyone, but that's not a credit to him. He tried a few times back in the station. Tried and was forcibly stopped by the only person who could stop him. And that person's not here.
Maine glances at the bottle. Wonders if he should call it a night. ]
Been trying to stay calm.
[ It's more than he'd usually reveal. Tongue still loose. ]