there were many things he should have gone for; the chest was easier, a larger area, and something that he could focus on. head, arms, – even hands were too small. he chose something he knew well.
sure, he failed his task, but he was at least trying, wasn’t he? maybe if he focused more on the task – instead of control- , he would have actually been able to accomplish it. though, he doubted it would change much. especially since in his mind he’d never be good enough…for anyone. let alone himself.

“you try going for the bloody head an’ see how it turns out – i’m DONE!”