[ As Carl is slammed against the wall, his breath is knocked out of his chest. His hands - his bloody hands - grip Joel's hands, trying to shove him off. Fat good that done him. Joel is built like a brick wall. He can't even see where Joel has thrown Carl's knife away.
People in his world see Carl as a kid grown up too fast, killed people when he shouldn't've, and a man who came out of childhood in other people's blood, a kid whose attempts at mercy resulted in his face being disfigured. ]
He killed my dad!
[ He points at Jesse's prone, twitching form. ]
He gets to be treated like a hero while people talk to Dad like it's all his fault for dying in the first place! He doesn't care if we were friends in the first place! He deserves what he got!
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People in his world see Carl as a kid grown up too fast, killed people when he shouldn't've, and a man who came out of childhood in other people's blood, a kid whose attempts at mercy resulted in his face being disfigured. ]
He killed my dad!
[ He points at Jesse's prone, twitching form. ]
He gets to be treated like a hero while people talk to Dad like it's all his fault for dying in the first place! He doesn't care if we were friends in the first place! He deserves what he got!