It’s wild and it’s frantic. It’s electric and terrifying. It’s an outpouring of his soul, an evacuation, an escape, and it brings tears to my eyes. The music is pain, and frustration, and desperation, and it surges from him like a tidal wave. How is this wild, energetic, fearsome creature the same person who tossed me aside last night? He bears no resemblance to him at all. That version of him felt nothing as he told me to get down off the hood of Pax’s Charger. This version of him clearly feels everything. I try to marry the two of them together, and the pieces just don’t seem to fit. They
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