[ He's reached the lowest of lows in an extensive history of already shitty circumstances (like his life was some made-for-TV Lifetime film, if he's at the receiving end of furtive snickering. Even pretty girls were laughing at him. If it wasn't transparent before, it's clear now that he's been cursed to utter damnation, or maybe just an afterlife of eternal shame and disconsolate regrets. ]
I-I was! It's not even my fault, it's that — ...
[ In a last-ditch effort to scapegoat someone else into taking the fall for Elliot, he turns a full 180 degrees in the water to find the perpetrator, only — ]
... kid ...
[ — but of course there's no one because the brat likely high-tailed it into the bathroom. Ugh. He could just despondently navel-gaze at his hands, or pick up the chase, but both options would probably make him out to be some raving idiot, and if nothing else Nightray never deliberately soils his own reputation. He scrounges up the rest of his pride and swivels in place to face the stranger again. ]
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I-I was! It's not even my fault, it's that — ...
[ In a last-ditch effort to scapegoat someone else into taking the fall for Elliot, he turns a full 180 degrees in the water to find the perpetrator, only — ]
... kid ...
[ — but of course there's no one because the brat likely high-tailed it into the bathroom. Ugh. He could just despondently navel-gaze at his hands, or pick up the chase, but both options would probably make him out to be some raving idiot, and if nothing else Nightray never deliberately soils his own reputation. He scrounges up the rest of his pride and swivels in place to face the stranger again. ]
Damn it! Did you see where they went?