[He accepts the glass, but he's not sure how he holds it in such numb fingers. Fingers that are also itching for his gun, except that he knows it'll do nothing - maybe even make him more likely to snap into a rage.
Just a little bit of blood. Oh, this is fucked up. This is as fucked up as they've gotten yet, by far.]
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Just a little bit of blood. Oh, this is fucked up. This is as fucked up as they've gotten yet, by far.]
How do I know that won't just make you hungrier?