[ with the final flares of anger burning out, he'll allow himself to be led to the room. taair, at least, he will trust with the ability to handle the pit of gnawing hurt and betrayal that's revealed itself under the blaze of fury.
one of his hands has scraped knuckles, and he idly picks at where it's scabbing over. ]
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one of his hands has scraped knuckles, and he idly picks at where it's scabbing over. ]
...I don't even know who I'm angriest for.