Who.... Who was that in the mirror? Uriel touched the side of his face with an air of terror, his face pulled into an ugly grimace. He looked like a monster. The left side of his face had been mauled off by fire, a disgusting mess of burnt flesh and exposed muscles. His fingers, charred and rough, brushed over his scars with disdain. He'd never be the same after that accident. No one could ever love a half-blind beast like him.

"I hate you."

Uriel snarled into the mirror. Tears pricked hotly at his eyes, and another breakdown seemed fated to ensue. Fortunately, the sound of his timer going off on his bedside snapped him from his stupor. Right. Class.