I think Grimm would probably chew almost anyone's ass out for loosing their cool after a battle especially if it was a battle they'd won.
Pathetic
"You're Pathetic." He spat.
I could picture him in my mind's eye, just minutes before, smiling like a madman as I tore my opponent to pieces with large, angry, red blades in a fit of unsuppressed rage.
I'd been so angry.
But now he looked like he wanted to tear me to pieces. There was also disappointment in his eyes.
As if things couldn't get any worse.
I tried so hard to suppress a sob.
I could hear him from my position leaning over the side of the white railing of an outdoor walkway. Hueco Mundo is a maze of massive hallways and corridors and I just couldn't find a bathroom quickly enough.
So here I sit, heaving and retching down into the sands below.
Pathetic.
It had been my first real kill.
I could still taste the blood on my tongue.
Blood that was not my own.
I hadn't been able to keep my lunch down.
I coughed once more and rest my perspiring forehead against the cool railing.
I heard him shift and then spit off to the side as if he'd suddenly acquired a bad taste in his mouth.
My first real kill and I couldn't even keep my lunch down.
Pathetic.
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