I know who the fuck I am. I'd know who I was better, if they weren't all up in my head.

[ he really doesn't understand. he's told shiro his opinions on his broodmates -- they're liars and losers, all of them. joshua won some points, at least. the only ones he'd really thought MATTERED in the whole of the nest were fewer and further between. and one of them, the one he genuinely enjoyed, was gone. probably for good.

there's no chance he's relaxing, but he doesn't get any rougher, any more likely to snap. ]

Like what? A third eye? Nope.

[ as he sits, he slips his hands into his pockets and -- ]

What about weird pockets?