[A knot twists inside Pit's stomach as he watches the story unfold. Normally he skipped about his day carefree and full of pep despite the grim circumstances of the city, but this grounded his mood to something dismal and sad. It was bad enough that students and staff he knew personally were getting wrapped up in this mess, sure, but then the angel sat through scoop after scoop. Picket protests warning humans that the world would be better without them, a family of goombas assaulted on the excuse that they were trespassing where their kind didn't belong, a woman ripped to shreds by one of those uncontrollable humanoids... He turned it off and quietly ate his breakfast.
His thoughts would be just as tangled as the knots in his stomach that day.]
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His thoughts would be just as tangled as the knots in his stomach that day.]