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[For Tris]
Jan. 3rd, 2016 07:54 pmGo home. I can't do that. You need to stay away from me. That's what I'm doing. I don't know where I'm going -- anywhere, nowhere, so long as it's not where Kavinsky is and not where I'll make all this even worse for Newt. I just keep walking, one foot in front of the other, mechanically.
My hand doesn't hurt. It looks the same as it always does, nothing damning on it. It didn't look any different when I knocked Will out cold, either, or after I used it against Tris, but it's going to remember the moment my fist connected with Kavinsky's face like it remembers Will and Tris. When I close my eyes, I see Will slump to the ground, Tris struggle to get free, Kavinsky crumple and fall.
If nothing else, closing my eyes while I'm walking steers me right into a lamp post, and my shoulder clips it hard, yanking my attention away from myself and to the path.
My hand doesn't hurt. It looks the same as it always does, nothing damning on it. It didn't look any different when I knocked Will out cold, either, or after I used it against Tris, but it's going to remember the moment my fist connected with Kavinsky's face like it remembers Will and Tris. When I close my eyes, I see Will slump to the ground, Tris struggle to get free, Kavinsky crumple and fall.
If nothing else, closing my eyes while I'm walking steers me right into a lamp post, and my shoulder clips it hard, yanking my attention away from myself and to the path.
