The show the white haired girl was putting on was becoming more and more horrible in Ezekiel's eyes. It was proving an awful point too: Some (not many, he hoped) of the guys in the program have no problem hurting people, children even, if asked. He was nauseated, his aversion to violence in a struggle against his social phobia. Eventually the former won.

[color=a0a0a0]"Hey is this really necessary?"[/color] He shouted, standing up from his seat. [color=a0a0a0]"What's the point in getting hurt in a demonstration?"[/color]. His voice became weaker at the end when some of the eyes fell on him. He scowled.