Felltree Marsh all i wanted was a pepsi

His internal temper tantrum is pulled inside-out by the sudden appearance of a stranger. Gavrel stiffened with residual frustration, the back of his neck prickling.

Took the words outta my mouth, he complained, but there was no real anger behind it. 

You remind me of someone I met a while ago, he said plainly, before realising how insane that sounded without context -- what did he want this poor stranger to do about it? -- like, old soul in a young body.

The gears in his brain churned as he sought to say something normal, to not be unhinged, and worst of all, to not glimpse the look of pity he often received in the most mundane of interactions, there comes the boy with the burned face, something's not all there with him, but ever since he grew into his second year it was not the boy anymore but a man, a creature he did not associate with his "true self" and yet finding that he inhabited this role that had no margin for error, whose interface with the world was primarily one of violence, of crime and punishment, vice-versa.

You get that often?

He folded his lips over his teeth in a tight smile.