Blood matted Damon’s hair, trickling down his face with the rain. He gripped Will’s shirt and buried his head, trying to shield himself but not trying to stop it. He knew he deserved this. Will threw him off, stood up, and swung back his leg, kicking Damon in the head. I turned away. I knew what he was doing, just letting Will punch him. If he was in pain on the outside, he wouldn’t feel it on the inside.
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