[He folds his hands together on the table. He is not offended by how he tears out from under him.]

...Then you know, at least, that it is unpleasant. I cannot say I enjoy how it beats my heart for me much too quickly, steals my thoughts and attention— [He laughs again, nervous energy pulling his hands apart as he places his chin into his palm. His demeanor shifts slightly as his begins to speak more quickly.]

Now, I have been trying to speak your language this entire time, but I think I've been coming up just short. You understand and appreciate fear. Well! I don't much enjoy any of it at all! And I'm not sure how well I will tolerate it going forward. I keep thinking that the emotion will burn down, that I might calm it in still waters, but no. I am only growing angrier and angrier by the moment. You have expressed some regret, as I knew you would if you acted again.

But I— I hate this feeling, Steven. I have an idea about what to do with this anger. Do you?