[ The fracturing bone breaks. Jesse hears it long before he feels it, and he inhales sharply. Terrible pain bursts in his nerves, and he bites down on another scream. A fresh sheen of sweat prickles on his skin, drips down the back of his neck. His fingers close around the flashbang, even as his vision goes white and blank at the edges.
He can't process this. Can't process the swell of anger and grief rising in him like a storm, can't act on the desire to lunge forward and grab Gabe by the throat, to demand explanations. To kill him once and for all, if that's what was necessary.
(And it was seeming very necessary.)
But none of those things are available to him. He knows that all he can right now is survive. So he unhooks the grenade. ]
Never much cared for your teachin' style, Gabe.
[ He throws the grenade down, and it explodes. Blinding, stunning light blooms, illuminating the whole area. ]
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He can't process this. Can't process the swell of anger and grief rising in him like a storm, can't act on the desire to lunge forward and grab Gabe by the throat, to demand explanations. To kill him once and for all, if that's what was necessary.
(And it was seeming very necessary.)
But none of those things are available to him. He knows that all he can right now is survive. So he unhooks the grenade. ]
Never much cared for your teachin' style, Gabe.
[ He throws the grenade down, and it explodes. Blinding, stunning light blooms, illuminating the whole area. ]