[The slow, deliberate way isn't doing it. So he's gonna cut to the case instead. The wake of his own death is still fresh in his veins, in the taste of his saliva, in the tightness in his throat. The adrenaline's still flooding his nervous system in a boiling red heat.]
[So he clenches one hand into a fist and starts bludgeoning every fucking inch of Jay he can reach.]
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[So he clenches one hand into a fist and starts bludgeoning every fucking inch of Jay he can reach.]