[Oh my god, does his voice really sound like that? Ugh, he cringes at the sound of it! Finally his breathing gets back under his control and he leans a little further out the window, not only to try and make himself louder somehow, but also to get some fresh air.
Was fresh air always this difficult to get?]
Target practice?! What are you shooting?! You're still on the property! I mean...t-that's where we are, right? I--
[He reaches up to rub at his eyes, as though that will help, and accidentally brushes past the empty socket. That hollow spot that had given him such nightmares as a child; he yelps a little and slams his hands back down on the windowsill.]
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Was fresh air always this difficult to get?]
Target practice?! What are you shooting?! You're still on the property! I mean...t-that's where we are, right? I--
[He reaches up to rub at his eyes, as though that will help, and accidentally brushes past the empty socket. That hollow spot that had given him such nightmares as a child; he yelps a little and slams his hands back down on the windowsill.]