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[His week wasn’t anything stellar to begin with, what with Itachi practically accusing him of being the murderer and then having it upgraded with the new folks coming in. New frustrations, new annoyances, new threats, and he wanted none of it, never did. History had a way of haunting him, it seemed, and what pseudo-calmness he might have experienced the last few days had thus shattered and fallen to the wayside.
[He needed time to think. And monsters to kill. Ruins, here he comes.
[As the communicator clicked on, the words were chewed out through grinding teeth, cold, angry. It was a comfortable emotion, one he knew a little too well, one that had him squeezing the Forge until plastic started to crack. The message was as much of a note for his housemates as it was a warning for everyone else. ]
I’m going out.
[And the transmission ended.]
[He needed time to think. And monsters to kill. Ruins, here he comes.
[As the communicator clicked on, the words were chewed out through grinding teeth, cold, angry. It was a comfortable emotion, one he knew a little too well, one that had him squeezing the Forge until plastic started to crack. The message was as much of a note for his housemates as it was a warning for everyone else. ]
I’m going out.
[And the transmission ended.]