[Punk? He didn't understand exactly what the word meant, but the insult was clear. And it was enough to send him back to old habits: a sneer curled his lip as he turned to the speaker.]
You will hold your tongue. Or I will remove it from your mouth.
[In the back of his mind he knew this wasn't what he really wanted to do; that he'd become a better person than this. But at the same time, a fight would be an easy way to work out his anger. Yet, he was stuck here and making enemies would only complicate things more.
Indecision held him captive for what seemed an eternity, even though it was likely only moments.]
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You will hold your tongue. Or I will remove it from your mouth.
[In the back of his mind he knew this wasn't what he really wanted to do; that he'd become a better person than this. But at the same time, a fight would be an easy way to work out his anger. Yet, he was stuck here and making enemies would only complicate things more.
Indecision held him captive for what seemed an eternity, even though it was likely only moments.]