[ That's really the question, isn't it? He rolls his shoulders. It's not quite a shrug, more of a way to remind himself of the holsters he wears under his coat. ]

You can't take your anger out on circumstances. He was just. The walking talking proof of all the fucked up shit that was going on in my head.

[ He growls and turns away again, running a hand through his hair. ]

Fuck, such a load of bullshit.

Look, just forget it.