[He should leave. He's acting ridiculously, hanging around to observe some familiar-looking kid. All so he can—what? He has grown accustomed to the constant rage burning in the back of his mind, or at least as much as one can grow accustomed to such a thing, but now it flares up with enough heat to scatter his thoughts, leaving only the rawest emotion behind. One of his hands twitches at his side.]
[He remains still as—that child approaches. The surge of hate makes his thoughts harsher than normal, and his lips start to pull back over his teeth so he might call him a fool and tell him to leave if he values his life. But, Kerry stops short, and so does Archer, the first sound out of his mouth nothing more than a wordless scoff.]
Nobody. [That answer comes to his lips automatically, as if it's the natural thing to say.] Tell me your name.
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[He remains still as—that child approaches. The surge of hate makes his thoughts harsher than normal, and his lips start to pull back over his teeth so he might call him a fool and tell him to leave if he values his life. But, Kerry stops short, and so does Archer, the first sound out of his mouth nothing more than a wordless scoff.]
Nobody. [That answer comes to his lips automatically, as if it's the natural thing to say.] Tell me your name.