[Suicidal. He'd never thought of himself like that, and desperately wanted to punch something. He settled for the snow, burying his arm almost elbow deep. But slowly, he dragged himself up, pulling the jacket around himself and settling an arm around Charles' shoulders when he could.]
I'm not sorry I killed him. [It's abrupt, apropos of nothing, but he doesn't think he'll ever be sorry for killing Shaw. He would have done it again in that room, if only he'd been able to.]
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I'm not sorry I killed him. [It's abrupt, apropos of nothing, but he doesn't think he'll ever be sorry for killing Shaw. He would have done it again in that room, if only he'd been able to.]