[ Normally he was so careful. But sometimes, inevitably, there were breaking points.
Right now, Harvey Dent feels as broken as it comes.
The night is cold and wet, but though his clothes cling to his body like saran wrap Harvey doesn't seem to notice a chill or even that it's raining; he stumbles forward blankly like a zombie, his good eye wide and his face bleeding. Everything about him says he's just been in a fight except for his expression, which is far away and disconnected from reality. His hands, both empty and held outward, go to his head to clutch it.
In his mind, everything is silent.
His coin is gone. Lost somewhere in the night during the struggle, and his fingernails are ragged and bloody from searching the darkness. It doesn't matter how late or how dark it gets, though; he has to continue searching, muttering to himself all the while questions that have no answers. ]
SORRY SO LATE
Right now, Harvey Dent feels as broken as it comes.
The night is cold and wet, but though his clothes cling to his body like saran wrap Harvey doesn't seem to notice a chill or even that it's raining; he stumbles forward blankly like a zombie, his good eye wide and his face bleeding. Everything about him says he's just been in a fight except for his expression, which is far away and disconnected from reality. His hands, both empty and held outward, go to his head to clutch it.
In his mind, everything is silent.
His coin is gone. Lost somewhere in the night during the struggle, and his fingernails are ragged and bloody from searching the darkness. It doesn't matter how late or how dark it gets, though; he has to continue searching, muttering to himself all the while questions that have no answers. ]