[waking up in strange hellscapes is nothing new to harry. in fact, since he had stepped foot in silent hill, it seemed to happen about every hour or so (an exaggeration, but the fact remained). there would be sirens, he would black out, the world would shift into an amalgamation of blood, rust, and metal, and harry would be left to question what would be left of his sense of reality when he finally escaped.

if he ever escaped.

still, though, a coliseum is new. the city around him? it was nothing like he had ever seen in the inverted world. and this giant cat that's currently staring him like he's a side of beef is not a creature he's had the pleasure of meeting.]

Stay back! [why he's trying to tell an animal not to come near him is beyond him, but it doesn't feel right just shooting it without giving it a chance. he levels the shotgun with the creature, hands still trembling a little even after all the horrors he's had to face. being scared keeps you alive.

being scared also gives you an itchy trigger finger. the moment the thing rears back and something like electricity begins to build at the tips of its long whiskers, harry doesn't hesitate to fire. magic-schmagic; nothing matters when you get two shotgun shells to the face.]

[he honestly doesn't understand how people can live day to day angry like this.

there's been a few times where harry's lost his temper, yelled at someone, argued, but those time are far and few in-between. he'd consider his temperament mild at worst. but this kind of vile anger, annoyance at every little thing, is like bile trying to creep its way up his throat. it's awful.

he's trying his very best not to get into an unnecessary fight with anyone, especially since no one actually deserves it. they're all in the same situation, after all. they had to work together. but he can't help it.] Could you please just go away? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but looking at you--! I can't stand you right now!