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Everything almost blurred out for a second as he took long, labored breaths. The Blood Donor knew he had been way out of line, but it wasn't like Ice was the most self-controlled person either. He hoped Alice wouldn't hate him for this, but he also hoped this would make Max actually pay attention and [i]do something.[/i] 

The time he had talked alone with Max had been breezy and nice. A bit embarrassing, a lot out of his comfort zone, but his underlying problems with any police force would drag down any kinship he might make with the Infinite Police Officer. Somehow he would have to accept that, especially with everyone in the room probably thinking he wanted to kill the poor shmuck.

His resigned resolve was slightly tainted by Max's lack of action. An apology? And something as short and stupid as that?! His throat filled with insult after insult, but after grabbing at the tie around his throat he started to calm down. Now was not the time for personal differences, now was the time to shut up and pay attention, for Mercy's sake at the very least.

Voice started spilling over one another again, Ice's eyes tried to zero in on one speaker at a time, but with everyone trying to get a say, Ice could only really focus on the headache sprouting at his temple. That is... Until Felix started vomiting blood. Adrenaline pumped fast through Ice's filled veins, the blue prominent on the backs of his hands, but there was no light. Their doctor was dead, nothing could be done. Ice clenched his teeth as he watched Felix die in what must have been the same why that the Duck had. All this death, all this- this- It was because of him, the one who started it all!

As Felix stopped moving, Ice stared up at Monokuma with a fiery gaze. Davis had to be watching from somewhere. His veins started to ice over and his mind would start to get red with hate, become unfeeling and just try to kill the bastard when-

[color=0076a3][i][b]"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP."[/b][/i] [/COLOR]

Well.

Well, well, [i]well[/i]. While emotions mixed and bounced like a Pong game with multiple balls, one thought filled his head. [color=orange][i]'At least he's finally showing some backbone.'[/i][/color] After that thought, guilt encompassed him. How could he think something like that when it sounded like Max had been going through the exact same thing he had all those years ago? How [i]could[/i] he be like all the others? His nails scratched hard into the wood as his fists went white. The thought of him turning into one of [i]them[/i] rotted and digusted him to the core. This was what the game was doing to him, because really, if you live too long you'll become a villian, right?

After guilt came sympathy, followed by frustration. Did he not realize that they were doing their best to find Felix's murderer? Ice wanted to shout back that maybe he should follow his own bloody advice, but that would only give this blackened hunter the satisfaction. Ice held his tongue, his glare switching from empathy to anger, to judgemental. Though he had to admitt that Max's snarky bit at the end had a great ring to it.

A whole slew of emotions sprayed over him as he heard a laugh coming from beside him. Ice shifted his gaze over Alice and his heart stopped for a second. Her words didn't sound at all mad, but her laughter put him a little on edge. She had to be hurting with what had happened and how everyone was accusing Mercy. He wanted to reach out for her, but her laughter died out almost as quickly as it came. Ice wasn't one for talking about feelings, but he did want to have an honest chat with the recon soon. All this emotion she must be bottling up inside couldn't be good for her or anyone.

And with that the case was quickly coming to a close. Something was wrong with Mercy in the head and no one had quite seen how mad she really was. She'd gone out with a bang and dragged poor cat boy into the explosion with her. Heavy weights dragged at Ice's chest as he listened to Monokuma's conclusion, but setting that aside, Noel had threatened someone Ice cared about.

[color=orange]"Noel, don't."[/color] His voice came out short and warningly. They were all lashing out because of this bloody turn of events and he didn't want to fight with the Reporter. Right now he was torn between jumping off his platform and destroying as many monokumas and sisters as he could to get to Davis, or just ignoring it all and going to sleep. Wounds opened with the sight of Allie's grave stone, but he couldn't muster the wrath that he felt for the sickening robot to come up as he watched her try again and again to destroy herself. She was successful in the end and that's what mattered.

[i]He[/i] appeared and that's what almost drove him over the edge. He volted over the stand and raced over to the bars. Ice slipped his chain out of his sleeve as he went, holding onto the end and throwing it as far as it could go. But it didn't reach... and that was probably a good thing. It was caught somewhere wrapped around his waist and Ice knew it would be futile anyway. He grabbed onto the bars and pulled, wanted to vent in some way, shape, or form. 

He knew what he was doing was just making Davis enjoy himself even better, but he couldn't stop himself. [color=orange]"Such a fine dictator to grace us with your presence, but where's the fan fair? The shaking hands and kissing babies? We can't exactly worship the ground you stand on without being given the chance. You sick-"[/color] The thoughts of Aleecia and dozen of other bodies shown over his eyes as he glared at Davis. Bile slipped up his throat and he spat it on the ground. [color=orange]"There is no such thing as perfection, Hairball. And we'll be ready for you on the other side of this clusterfuck of a game when you finally run out of toys."[/color]