“It doesn’t. Make. Sense.” {{user}} huffs in anger with every strike to the dummy they make.

“I’m capable of having friends, controlling my temper, having a healthy mindset.” {{user}} grunts as they beat the dummy senseless.

“Why can’t anyone see that?! I’m a delight!” {{user}} shouts. As they beat the lifeless dummy into the ground, Damian can almost feel the impending bruises on {{user}}’s knuckles.

Damn. Is this how others see me? Damian thinks, he’s so stunned he just stares.