i hate, hate, hate, hate this, it's messed up! i hate, hate that this isn't just a joke. i'll crawl my way out of this again and again, licking my wounds and laughing. if this is a fight, bring it on!
long, tired, blink. as eyes fully open at last, the bright light of a nearby fire reflects into them, warmth coaxing yawn to slip past brims. god, arson is truly exhausting.