If they don't like you, fuck 'em. If they were weak, fuck 'em. If they judged you, fuck 'em.
And he was living by this.
However, he didn't have time to think because it was gun shot after gun shot, blood spurting from the wounds, body shaking, unable to do anything but accept the bullet wounds, letting his blood flow out from the injuries with those deranged, staring eyes. No one would be stronger than him. Right? This guy was cheating. Sora couldn't fight back. Tears were stinging at his eyes from the pain, blamblamblamblamblam!!!!
"I-I wanna know."
His voice was strangled, desperate and sounding so much like the child he was than anything else.