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Breathe, Sun. Breathe.
Eugh, how many times is he telling himself this? He’s lost count, but that’s not the only thing he’s lost. Sprawled out unconscious (or worse) are several bodies around his feet. He doesn’t want to find out if they are alive. He did this. Through his rage and building anger.
This....was an accident. It was an accident. You had no choice. They left you no choice.
But he knows....Sun knows he did have a choice. He could have ran, he could have ignored them. He didn’t have to go as hard as he did on them. Golden eyes scans the bodies. He hears one of them groan, but there’s no sign of them waking up any time soon. Sun steps back until his body presses against the wall behind him. He’s curled at the corner, tail wrapped around his ankles.
Breathe, Sun....Breathe. Bre--
The action is a quick one. The way he picks up the nearest rock and CHUNKS it with all of his strength at the source whatever approached. He lowers his body a little further to the ground. Tail remains wrapped around his ankles.
“It was an accident...I didn’t---I didn’t mean to hurt them badly.” He says defensively.