[Blake's arms hang at his sides. He can still feel the motion of striking over and over, embedded in the muscles. He looks coldly down at the black screen and the young male voice it emits.
He ignores the needle of guilt that jabs at him, and does not look in Steve's direction.]
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[Blake's arms hang at his sides. He can still feel the motion of striking over and over, embedded in the muscles. He looks coldly down at the black screen and the young male voice it emits.
He ignores the needle of guilt that jabs at him, and does not look in Steve's direction.]
Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong.