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For once in his life, Arman feels weak. Incompetent. No matter how hard he tries, he saves no one. Despite everything his strength did for him before, in recent events it has served no purpose. How many deaths are on him, now? In his own eyes, each and every person to fall during this last investigation with Silas and Sean died because of him. It's his own fault. The agents, the homeless, all of them. They died because he isn't strong enough.
Those are words he'd never told himself before.
"You're not strong enough."
With no other way to cope - no friends, no other outlets - Arman finds himself in the gym, and a bench. Weights are strewn about carelessly, and the boy himself is drenched in sweat and covered in grime, like he hasn't taken a break in more than an entire day. Beside himself, his phone is blaring unnecessarily loud heavy metal that seems to be helping him through his training.
Mike was also coming to work out, though less from frustration. Until he sees the chaotic mess the gym was in. And who was there. His mood immediately started to sour.
He would try and ignore Arman and start his warm up stretches. But he found himself glancing back at him more than once.
Arman sees Mike, but he doesn't seem to register the kid's there. He simply heaves the barbell off of his chest - causing the weights to land loudly all across the floor surrounding him - and heads over to get some water. It's over where Mike is at. And still, he doesn't even seem to notice Mike's presence.
Arman responds, only halfway paying attention. He chugs about half of his water bottle down and moves over to the punching bags, with only a plan of slamming his brutish Persian fists into them.
Arman thinks Mike is referring to his botched assignment!
"I thought so."
As usual, the Persian is evidently teeming with rage, though it's shown in tensed muscles, clenched fists, and gritted teeth. He turns to face Mike, but even now it seems like he's looking through the kid instead of at him.
"What, you don't think I know that? Feel like rubbing salt in the wound? Keep 'em comin', Mike. You won't say a damn thing I haven't heard before."
"No, we won't! Look what happens when I work with others - people fucking die! So back off, man. I don't want your shit today. Not now, not ever again. Because you're right, I'm fucking worthless, and I'm not going back out to the field until I know I'm not."