Inphernals passed his room, glancing through the window.
Most of them had no sympathy in their gaze. Their expressions were full of contempt, anger and disgust. Like Ban Hammer wasn’t supposed to be here. Like he didn’t deserve to be here.
Looks he’d easily avoid with his blindfold.
“…”
[Now that the Warden sees all these glares and disgusted expressions, again, looks he easily avoided while wearing that blindfold, he…]
[…He didn’t like it. Normally the contempt most Inphernals voiced towards him didn’t bother the Demi-Deity. But that was because he didn’t truly see the amount of hate concealed behind their eyes…he hasn’t been wearing that blindfold of his as often since the murder, since he’s been needing his eyes for more tasks. Did…]
[…Did everyone truly think he was just a monster? Sure, such a thought usually didn’t bother him. Hell, he wore his “tyrant” title like a badge of honor. But something about this in particular felt…wrong. Uncomfortable. Something that made him feel…filthy.]
“…mm…”
[…BanHammer tries to avoid making eye contact with anyone who passes now. He doesn’t want to see those things. If he doesn’t see them, he won’t feel this bad feeling…]
[…Right?]
All the commotion attracts the attention of a certain totally tubular Inphernal. Like, what could be so bad that everyone's mean muggin' whoever's in there? It's totally gettin' in the way of the recovery she's tryin' to do here!
He peeks through the window... and instantly understands. Yeahhh, that makes sense... Ban's not popular. Like, at all. He kinda sucks, actually.
He cracks open the door, slipping in, and acting like it's any ordinary hospital visit.
"Yo, hey, Ban! I heard you totally got your ass kicked! What happened? Mosquito get you?"
She snickers, flopping onto one of the chairs in the room, looking at Banhammer.
[BanHammer looks over at Skateboard and scowls at the snarky comment made. If he wasn’t confined to this bed, that helmet would NOT have protected Skateboard from the absolute thrashing he’d give them]
“Actually, phor your inphormation, Skateboard, I was injured in the line of duty. A NOBLE and totally NOT lame duty oph trying to stop Church oph the True Eye members breaking out oph prison. They just pulled some dirty tricks and managed to get the better oph me, that’s all!”
“So bephore you start grilling me phor getting my ass handed to me, I bet you couldn’t have lasted HALPH as long as I did in that Phight!”
[Ban smiled somewhat smugly as he retorted, still trying to mask the quiet reflection he’d been doing earlier]
"Wait, wait, those weirdos beat you up? Oh, man... this just keeps getting better and better... No wonder I keep messin' you up in Phights!"
He reaches into his backpack, pulling out a bag of chips. Good time for that, probably. He eats a few before holding out the bag to Banhammer.
"Can't hit what they can't catch, man! Maybe you should ditch that armor? You'd be quicker... just sayin', only armor I wear is the helmet and you can't hit me, like, ever."
“…Are you just here to make phun of me?”
[He steals a few chips because he’s not turning down free food, duh. But honestly he sounded less…aggressively angry, and more…like he was trying to stop himself from getting aggressively angry]
“…This is how I was trained to phight. Iph I’m having trouble, then I just need to train more. Get stronger. Overcome the hurdle. That’s how it’s always been. And that’s how it always will be.”
"I mean, that was kinda the plan... you're always on my back about somethin'. Be cool to get back at you a bit, but, uhhh...."
He just kinda looks Banhammer over. Honestly, seeing the guy in this kinda state... it's just sad. He looks like how she did after she got hucked off the island.
"I really don't feel like it anymore. Not super big into kickin' peeps while they're down, yeah? Look, like, all I'm sayin' is, you don't gotta do the same stuff just cuz it's what you've always done. You feel me?"
