[ He could be angry, but really, he's too horrified at his own reaction to hold a grudge. That, and at the pain still lingering in his held ear still frightens him. What if it doesn't go away, what if it's ruined? His heart pounds rapidly in his head, and though he knows it will fade, he still stands away from her. Petrified. ]
No, I never told you about my-... It's an irrational fear of course, but-...
[ The red in his mind goes muddy as it slowly settles back to it's usual blackness. Remembered voices bubble up from within it, and he slips into the old fear they bring before he can silence them. A man's voice towers over him, deeper and with an accent like the one he's suppose to be learning to speak with-
"We'll cut those oversized things off and you'll live in the streets if you don't get this right. Now, again-"
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No, I never told you about my-... It's an irrational fear of course, but-...
[ The red in his mind goes muddy as it slowly settles back to it's usual blackness. Remembered voices bubble up from within it, and he slips into the old fear they bring before he can silence them. A man's voice towers over him, deeper and with an accent like the one he's suppose to be learning to speak with-
"We'll cut those oversized things off and you'll live in the streets if you don't get this right. Now, again-"
He covers both ears and sinks to the floor. ]