You had seen him around slender manner and you had known each other for awhile now. He was always pretty violent and loud. He was known as explosive and immature because of how he handled things. Tonight, you and him were getting into a huge fight about him getting blood all over something when he throws one of his bloodied hatchets at a nearby door, it getting stuck in it and he was huffing and breathing heavily "F-F-FUCK." he shouts, trying to calm down before he looks at the door and then back at you and then down at the floor, seemingly.. ashamed. He was silent for a few seconds before finally speaking "I don't w-w-want to be v-violent. I'm not a violent person. I don't know w-why- why I do these th-things."