Bearclaw Valley institutionalized

Abel snorted beneath his breath I’m not short, he snapped back. Clearly a lie to anyone with a pair of eyes. He’d only blurted it out for the sake to argue, the one thing he had the freedom to do in that moment.
His frown deepened at the mention of an old hag. No, he murmured as he averted his gaze. You’re a liar. there’s no old hag. Just one eyed.. freaks. And- and… — he tried to come up with the greatest insult he could — … and lying little weirdos like you.