[What a frustrating feeling. He sits up and turns away from Ellis, but he's still sat on the mattress' edge, hunched over and cursing where Ellis can't see it. He's done nothing wrong, just— who knew he'd be reminded of how lonely he is through the simple act of punching off another square? Then again, it's not so simple after all, is it? He'd underestimated that damned goddess, and thinking about it, his knuckles bleach white beneath his gloves where he's clenched his hands into fists in his lap.]
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