Thankfully Gabriel decided that there was nothing worth keeping.<br/><br/>Good.<br/><br/>Good that he did not have to dirty his hands, didnt have to thrust himself into the filth and grime for the one or two precious things worth keeping hidden underneath such mountains of shit. His clothes would have had to be burned. His head shaved as the smell would never wash out. His hands disinfected and sanitized to the point of bleeding to be clean again, the skin rubbed down to the thinnest layer to get it all off.<br/><br/>It was better to let it all rot. Best not to touch it at all. There was nothing left to save.<br/><br/>Paul had to take several long strides away from the building once they were outside. He breathed through his mouth, partly to keep from vomiting, partly to release his unrelenting rage before it could possess him. Paul wanted to break things, he wanted someone to bleed for this... this injustice, this utter failure of humanity. How could anyone allow this to exist? Allow children to exist within it?<br/><br/>Paul was still catching his breath as Gabriel began to laugh. It was such a beautiful sound but it was brittle and hard, like ice breaking, like glass shattering, like heat sizzling from the cracks of a vessel moments before it explodes. It matched Paul's rage like a mirror image, Gabriel's bitter smile, Paul's revolted sneer, inverted reflections of the same simmering anger and despair.<br/><br/>Paul grabbed Gabriel and kissed him. It was hard and brutal and violent, his hands as tight as vices on Gabriel's arms. He would bruise.<br/><br/>Paul felt murderous, felt nearly unhinged with his fury because the one responsible for this was already dead, but Gabriel deserved so much more than that. Joseph Isetti needed to be resurrected. Death had been too kind, he needed to be alive again so he could be punished, so he could suffer. Gabriel should have vengeance and retribution. He deserved Joseph Isetti writhing on the ground, unmade and bleeding, pleading Gabriel for forgiveness.<br/><br/>Gabriel deserved the chance to spit in his face.<br/><br/>"It will burn," Paul promised harshly, like an oath, "it will burn to the fucking ground, Gabriel."<br/><br/>Paul will have the place razed to the ground and bulldozed over, turned into landfill, into a biohazard waste site so that it might poison Green River and all its resident for allowing such a place to exist.