[Once the crowd outside has dispersed, Mephisto allows himself a moment. That moment is spent railing against an empty grave, furiously pounding his fists against the stone until the knuckles are cracked and bleeding. He can't wait long enough for Stephen's grave to properly oriented.
His path of destruction continues through the halls and into his room. Here, he throws aside anything he can get his hands on. The keychain, the second one he'd gotten after handing the first over to Stephen, is thrown to the ground. He considers stomping it, but instead stops short and kicks it under his bed.
His eyes burn. His heart aches. He feels like such a fool.
... 30 minutes after Christine's order, Mephisto shows up in the women's room. His hands have been hastily bandaged (it's a parallel that he's trying not to think about). He lingers by the door, not sure if he should even stay.]
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His path of destruction continues through the halls and into his room. Here, he throws aside anything he can get his hands on. The keychain, the second one he'd gotten after handing the first over to Stephen, is thrown to the ground. He considers stomping it, but instead stops short and kicks it under his bed.
His eyes burn. His heart aches. He feels like such a fool.
... 30 minutes after Christine's order, Mephisto shows up in the women's room. His hands have been hastily bandaged (it's a parallel that he's trying not to think about). He lingers by the door, not sure if he should even stay.]