[His knuckles turn white around the wooden railing of the pen.]
I'll be fine.
[Because that's all he can do. He's done it before, mourned and straightened up and pressed forward. But it's impossible not to look back over your shoulder every once in a while.]
[Action]
I'll be fine.
[Because that's all he can do. He's done it before, mourned and straightened up and pressed forward. But it's impossible not to look back over your shoulder every once in a while.]