The words be more careful rang in his head like a bell as he stared blankly down the ally infront of him, his brain still registering the situation, then everything clicked.
"Be careful? BE FLIPPIN' CAREFUL?!" he roared at the urchin, Pierrot got to his feet and grabbed the boy by the shirt, "Who are you to tell me to be careful?! Mr."oh I'm just going to throw a rock at a soldier and become a hero! Well news flash, that rock of yours will never change the world! If anything you've made it worse!", during Pierrot's time as a quasi-priest one could say, he never had the chance to vent anger, he had to be calm and considerate listening to people's problems and never voicing his own and at that moment, standing infront of the urchin with his fast wrapped around his shirt he finally did it. He started to cool down and let go, "you can't stop bloodshed with more bloodshed," he groaned, turning away from the boy and clutching himself, "it will only ever cause more..."