action; yep yep violence will be a thing!
[He's not sure when he got back up, but judging from the dull ache in his heart he must've been sitting there for a while. His eyes are red from crying, but thankfully dry and although there's not much energy in his movements he's still somehow keeping himself together well enough to set course for home.
By now, he knows the streets of Marina well enough to not think about where he's going. To not need to pay attention, and that is a blessing in this zombie-like haze. He's just walking, unaware and unwilling to pay attention to his surroundings.]