[His hands are shaking as he brushes off the dust, flexing his fingers in tense distrust. His eyes are rimmed with red.]
I don't want- [There's a slight choke to his voice, like he's on the verge of either yelling or crying.] They'll kick me out of the residency. I could kill someone, without even- [Yeah, full-on anxiety attack coming right up.] I don't want to be this!
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I don't want- [There's a slight choke to his voice, like he's on the verge of either yelling or crying.] They'll kick me out of the residency. I could kill someone, without even- [Yeah, full-on anxiety attack coming right up.] I don't want to be this!