Daniel felt at the scar on the side of his head, sighing loudly. He walked over to the corner of the room, sitting back against it, pulling his knees up to his chest. He leaned forwards as he spoke, resting his chin on his knee.

"Well, yeah, obviously. But, we are [i]definitely[/i] not the first people to just, like, take a hard hit. People have been hurt way worse before. People have been shot it the face and lived, yknow. Why are [i]we[/i] so fuckin' special?"