The two left in silence, without looking back. Arthur hadn't said a word, everything stuck in his throat. All he could think about was the rage gnawing at his very core, and maybe something else.
His back and joints were sore. Arthur refused to stop mining the wall. The outburst of violence he had unleashed on Lara was by no means enough. He wanted to feel his rage and use it to make himself stronger. He wanted to savor it, soak it up, and never again forget what he had to become to achieve his goals.
On his pickaxe, the impact of repeated blows against the green coal was already visible.
The more it hurt, the more he gritted his teeth. His jaw had no rest either.
Again, he bent to pick up ore and stuffed it into his mouth.