[ ...? Odd. In the hollows of his skull, where his cute lil' pink blob called a brain lived, was screaming all of a sudden. Well, less screaming, and more red alert blaring. Johnny squeezed his eyes hard beneath his aviators. ]

If you're strong enough to blow your head smooth off, then you're strong enough to live another day.

[ It's interesting. He could see it⎯⎯⎯⎯the sparks, skittering, scattering about. Orphaned flames of a life never lived, trying to take back a modicum of freedom. Crimson red. That sweet, sweet autonomy. It made Johnny smirk. ]