[He doesn't like to turn his back. Or leave them here. But if he stays, the urge to pound Tetsuo into ground meat will get even worse. And he might not be able to hold himself back.]
[Because... he wants to. He wants to put that asshole's throat in his hands until he quits breathing for a while.]
[It won't help. He won't feel any better afterward, he knows that. But the brief mental image is temporarily satisfying. That's all, though. He knows it. And that's why he has to walk away. He has to go, now. Or else...]
[So for a minute, he doesn't look back. Not even when Ken calls out his name. Jaw tight and shoulders tensed.]
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[He doesn't like to turn his back. Or leave them here. But if he stays, the urge to pound Tetsuo into ground meat will get even worse. And he might not be able to hold himself back.]
[Because... he wants to. He wants to put that asshole's throat in his hands until he quits breathing for a while.]
[It won't help. He won't feel any better afterward, he knows that. But the brief mental image is temporarily satisfying. That's all, though. He knows it. And that's why he has to walk away. He has to go, now. Or else...]
[So for a minute, he doesn't look back. Not even when Ken calls out his name. Jaw tight and shoulders tensed.]
Yeah.
Just give me a minute.