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[quote=Zachary Ackerson][url=https://youtu.be/4MwmBIbIADA?list=PLFC00CC337C2AF2F8]"More than a glimpse."[/url][/quote][/center]

It was just... couldn't a man drink a cup of joe without worrying he'll be drugged?! It was so stupid! He was confident that nobody'd do that stunt twice, but realizing just how unsafe everything was becoming... it pissed him off. Why couldn't he even trust that he'd get to drink coffee before something happened? If someone was going to do something to him, he'd much prefer it be while he was sleeping, or even the walk TO the Break Room. He let this tantrum play out in his head. 

Zachary was still tending to his hand when the room suddenly became full of life. People would once again return to their 'normal' lives in this place. And why wouldn't they? Yesterday wasn't special, was it? A routine occurance no different than the last, at least in how it turned out. A person killed, a case was started and finished, and another person died. Big whoop. Did anyone care anymore? That's... he caught himself feeling ashamed that this thought crossed his mind. Of course people did care, it was friends who died, and Faith's death was proof that SOMEONE cared. He was so very grateful for what she did, even if... he thought she was an idiot. Why play hero, when it would only lead to suffering? Why couldn't she have learned from his mistake? The thought that she might have desired the outcome, like Emily assumed, had never crossed his mind. He wasn't smart, and he wasn't close enough to her. All he saw was a fool who happened to do something that saved Zach by proxy. 

It tore at him. He was grateful, but he resented the idea behind her action. 

Something was wrong with him. Zachary understood this. The entire situation was draining him, he knew this. But that meant nothing. So what if he could acknowledge things were taking a darker turn for his mental well-being? Until the 'game' was finished, until he could be rid of all the deaths and betrayal, he'd probably never improve. And when that betrayal and death is targeted specifically towards him, or worse, Jezebel? How was he supposed to take that? In stride? No, impossible. He was only human.

And humans were so very flawed individuals. 

[color=0076a3]"Ah."[/color] Zachary almost seemed snapped out of some trance when he heard Jezebel's concerned voice. He hadn't even noticed her approach him. Come to think of it, he didn't recall so many people showing up, either. [color=0076a3]"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."[/color] 

Zachary wasn't a good liar by any stretch of the imagination. Even if he hadn't been so tired of it all, most people could see right through him. He'd never been the one to tell anything more than a white lie, and even then, those were given away. After all, his good hand found its way to the back of his neck, as it usually did. But less surprising than his inability to fib was the fact that it wasn't just a casual reply to an obvious question. His response was much too intense. He barked the words out as if he was both irritated insulted by the question. 

He immediately found himself unable to look back at the woman. His eyes drifted elsewhere. He didn't know why he'd suddenly snapped at her, she was just worried. That'd normally please him if anything. Zachary felt embarrassed. He felt ashamed. He felt terrible. What was he doing? He needed to calm down. Apologize, tell her he didn't mean anything by it. It was just frustration, nothing serious. But just before he could muster up the courage to do that, he heard [i]it[/i]. 

It wasn't like he intended to eavesdrop. He tried to keep conversations not related to him out of his mind. This was nothing more than an unfortunate occurance spurned by the fact that his eyes just happened to land at their table. And as such, he just happened to start listening. But the cause changed not the result. What should have been nothing more than harmless musing was the trigger for a violent reaction. 

[color=0076a3][sub]"Why..."[/sub][/color]

The Archer's voice was small at first. It was likely even Jez, who was beside him, would miss it if she weren't paying attention. 

[color=0076a3]"Why."[/color]

A bit louder, but nothing high. As if he were asking Jez. 

[color=0076a3]"WHY?!"[/color]

In an instant, it detonated. From inside voice to bellow, he spiraled out of control. 

[color=0076a3]"Are you guys daft? Slow? Is everyone here insane, or just stupid? Do none of you pay attention, or do you intentionally shut off your brains? Do you want to suffer? Is that it? Or maybe even die? Does nobody understand a damn thing!? Do you not understand that this is no game? Is that hard to grasp? How many times does someone have to play hero and fail before people conclude that it's stupid, idiotic, dumb, unwise, moronic, absurd, senseless, illogical, unprofitable, pointless, meaningless, and futile? Do you want my other eye? Do you want to stack the pile of corpses even higher? When is enough enough? Why don't you guys understand...!"[/color]