“It can't go on like this. I can't go on like this.”

The words echoed in the man's long inflamed mind. Fear. Envy. Hate. Anger. Each feeling echoed in his body separately, then mixed into a hellish cocktail, driving his master mad. It was like a wave that swept over his head, that the whole world outside ceased to exist. I wanted to smash. To break. Something or someone. Just to feel lighter.

Just to feel... better.

Yeah. He wanted to be better. So he could look down on everyone. So that the glory and the success would be his. To revel in the second drop, small but powerful. To be in control.

To be at the helm. To be captain.

And there's a name for it all.

Pride.

Another day on the ship. Jimmy stands once again, back against the wall, drowning in his own feelings.

Until your voice and an approaching figure pull him out of it.