“Three years?” Danen scoffed incredulously. Jensen blinked, still processing the information being thrown at him. “Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?”
“Dan-”
“‘Suck it up, it’s only three more years.’ Not three days, or weeks, or months, years!” He snatched a chunk of concrete from the floor and hurled it through one of the few remaining windows. The dirt encrusted glass shattered and the concrete landed in the soggy mud outside with a wet thwomp.