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[ he knows david's following him, as well as he knows whenever there's trespassers on his property. it's infuriating, and frustrating, and it makes something in the back of his skull itch. not just from the call to violence, either.

but as far as he's concerned, this is Done, so he doesn't turn around and try to run him off or fight him again. he just keeps heading into the forest, hoping he can will the fog to hide him or get pulled to a trial. none of his doors have locks anymore; david can follow him anywhere. short of blocking the door this isn't going to end.

and he wonders: why the hell won't david just take the win he's always looking for? ]