"Fuck it— he was half dead anyway, so what if someone bashed his head the rest of the way open, doesn't change shit," Kaden heard himself say. He didn't really feel like he'd thought the words and formed them with his mouth, they just happened, and then they were out in the world. Maybe he wanted them to be true, wanted to believe nothing was changed.
He swiped his hand across the bench and caught a few dishes, just a saucepan he'd made ramen in earlier and a couple of forks. Nothing broke, or even dented, but they still clattered loudly to the floor. It only made him feel like an outta control violent piece of shit who'd put his fist through a wall to make a point, and even though the urge to just fuck up his fist right now was tryna drive him to do it, he gripped the edge of the bench hard to stop himself doing the damage.