And oh, his imagination assumes the worst of those sounds. He's nothing if not an absolute pessimist. He cringes, hearing the clatter of her weapon and even more when Feferi screams. Of course Feferi would say something like that. She never got it, she never thought he was as terrible as he really was. He could never really understand why she did that. How she could so faultlessly believe something without even a single doubt. God, she was too good for him.

He gets back onto his legs sitting against the wall before lifting his hand up in front of him. He wishes he had his abilities back right now if only so he could break them all at once, but instead he is forced to go one finger at a time. He works from index finger to pinky, doing the thumb last. Each crack of bone followed by a wince of his own, and sometimes a pained cry. Breaking his thumb is the hardest, he isn't sure why.