Shiloh was seething as he headed back to the mall. He wasn't yet ready to return to the Citadel, not on his free time, but he needed to pour his energy into something, get his mind off it, lose himself in some frivolous entertainment--or just start a fight. Something to either calm his anger or vent it, but right now, he just couldn't be around other Pilots, because this was fucking bullshit. He just wanted to be alone instead of around people who were always belittling him or using him or treating him as less than human, the village idiot who was so damned stupid he couldn't even feel.
Time alone, time to cool it. That's what he needed.
He had just gone back inside when someone grabbed his arm, taking him off guard.
Bad idea, with his nerves already strung so tight that any added pressure could snap them.
Shiloh jerked violently and just reacted, not even hearing what they were saying or seeing who they were before he swung around and punched them. "Get th' FUCK off me!"