Whatever emotion you could call his current state, it's was plainly visible. Fortunately, nobody was there to see it. At least, fortunately in his eyes. Nobody had to deal with his outbursts. "It's my problem." The long screams pierced even his own ears, the aches in his muscles growing more intense by the passing hour, persisting long after rage had subsided. Some say acute radiation poisoning is a bad way to go. Your body's cells subconsciously turn against each other and rip themselves apart. How is he any different from radiation? That's how he sees himself, as his own radiation poisoning. Destroying his own body because of external pressures. Except this time, it's done consciously yet so out of control. The feeling of your own cells ripping away, but then you realize they're just too weak to hang on after all you've done. The feeling of, gently releasing the tensions of your arms only to feel aches set in. You look at your knuckles. You find only a hammer