Cataclysmic

He let Collision talk, disinterested in what he had to say. He had no intention of answering his question, he'd never understand. Bullies like him never did. He wasn't seeking attention or recognition, he was seeking happiness, and he was being punished for having found it. "Luce. It's fine. Go home." He said quietly. There was no reasoning with people like Collision, all he saw was a piece of meat he could shove around and throw blame onto. He wasn't afraid of him, he meant nothing to him, Valhalla was nothing but a hole in the ground and there was not a doubt in his mind Collision would drive it to ruin.

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