[ Vincent turns his head to breathe out a loud sigh - it is a white plume in the air. His head tilts to the side; he feels the sweat on his body and it makes the cold feel colder.
But still --
-- he wishes he was walking ahead so he could whirl around.
What he has to say loses impact when he's talking to someone glancing in his direction. He breathes out again - louder, through his teeth. ]
If you're going to kill me, then kill me.
[ If he had the strength in his legs, he would have tried to kick a rock in the man's direction. Hopefully!! He would hit his leg. Would it do any damage? No! Would it make him feel better? T-B-D! ]
Otherwise, shut up.
[ Yes, he's staying - and going to keep walking forward. ]
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But still --
-- he wishes he was walking ahead so he could whirl around.
What he has to say loses impact when he's talking to someone glancing in his direction. He breathes out again - louder, through his teeth. ]
If you're going to kill me, then kill me.
[ If he had the strength in his legs, he would have tried to kick a rock in the man's direction. Hopefully!! He would hit his leg. Would it do any damage? No! Would it make him feel better? T-B-D! ]
Otherwise, shut up.
[ Yes, he's staying - and going to keep walking forward. ]