[The chime interrupts on cue, and Oren's left watching his own fingers curl into his palm. He's thinking, worrying about Mattias, wondering how far he'd ran in that direction. Until he decided he was far enough away, most likely. A straight line, he bets, until he could see nothing anymore.]
Intention and explanation means little to a man set on his own irrationality.
[He rolls one of his shoulders in a shrug, gesturing weakly at the chiming laptop as he takes a step back.]
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Intention and explanation means little to a man set on his own irrationality.
[He rolls one of his shoulders in a shrug, gesturing weakly at the chiming laptop as he takes a step back.]
Is it him?