[He shakes his head clear by the time Don tries to move him. But he stands solid for a moment, staring at his brother's empty bed. Then his mind numbs again.
He pushes Donnie out of the way, hard, his eyes trained to something under the bed. He stoops down, drawing Leo's katana from the shadows. The katana he made.]
...Bastards.
[He doesn't look at Don again, only turns and stalks out of the room. He'll get his gear as quickly as he can, then they're getting the fuck out of here.]
[Action]
He pushes Donnie out of the way, hard, his eyes trained to something under the bed. He stoops down, drawing Leo's katana from the shadows. The katana he made.]
...Bastards.
[He doesn't look at Don again, only turns and stalks out of the room. He'll get his gear as quickly as he can, then they're getting the fuck out of here.]