Boy, I'm getting real tired... [The vision snaps back to what it should be - a sand beach, a flickering fire, logs strewn about for people to sit. A man in black and white tosses pieces of dry bark furiously into the flames, where they immediately erupt in the pyre, catching easily.] ...of people getting a peek into my head.
[He angrily snaps off another piece, flinging it aggressively into the blaze, when it throws embers into the air, then bursts into flame - blue-white, then orange, yellow, and finally...red. It colors his face the same color, makes his dark eyes blaze. How many now? How many now have seen the uglier parts of his history? How many have seen his past..way back, to when he was a child? How many have seen his loss of control, his fear, his anger, his hatred?
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[He angrily snaps off another piece, flinging it aggressively into the blaze, when it throws embers into the air, then bursts into flame - blue-white, then orange, yellow, and finally...red. It colors his face the same color, makes his dark eyes blaze. How many now? How many now have seen the uglier parts of his history? How many have seen his past..way back, to when he was a child? How many have seen his loss of control, his fear, his anger, his hatred?
His failure.]