Royce gave a short grunt. He wasn't in the mood to be shouted at. "Fine! I'll tell you what happened! I got challenged to a fight and I lost..." he shouted, then got quiet as he looked away from Joe. "I could have won...I know I could have..." he looked at his reflection in the window of a store that was somehow still intact. "I could have won, but I was too indecisive...too much of a coward...like always..." The longer he looked at himself, the more his anger rose. "And then! That girl has the nerve to put this THING on me!" he lifted his arm that had the bracelet on it, "As if I actually accomplished something. I didn't...I made a fool of myself...a god DAMN fool!" he punctuated the last part of his statement by slamming his fist into the glass, making it shatter. The expletive felt strange and unwelcome on his virgin tongue, but at the same time helped release a small amount of his frustration. He let his arm fall limply to his side, small drops of blood dripping from the fresh cuts on his knuckles.
He glared at his boots for a moment, a deep grimace on his face, before he said, "I need some more time to think. Don't follow me." And with that he walked away, back into the building he had woken up in.
