[It was too quiet. And then suddenly it all rushed back in, a cacophony of noise. It filled him with frustration and anger and rage. With nothing to aim it at.
He punched the wall next to him and chipped out a piece of the brick with the force of his armor powered motion. His knuckles were surely white beneath his gloves. His reply was silent--nothing but text--but it spoke loudly as if he yelled to fill the silence that threatened to overwhelm him.]
Impossible. I don't believe you could win.
["I would never let that happen." He heard himself say. A sentiment promised only in dreams and conversations that Felix never heard firsthand. Unfortunately.]
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He punched the wall next to him and chipped out a piece of the brick with the force of his armor powered motion. His knuckles were surely white beneath his gloves. His reply was silent--nothing but text--but it spoke loudly as if he yelled to fill the silence that threatened to overwhelm him.]
Impossible. I don't believe you could win.
["I would never let that happen." He heard himself say. A sentiment promised only in dreams and conversations that Felix never heard firsthand. Unfortunately.]