I've had plenty of preparation for moments like this. Moments where I want to lash out and...shouldn't.

[ He was rich, he could get into a couple nasty bar fights even if he was in the wrong. A little bribery here and there, sprinkle in that tragic veteran past and he could nearly get away with murder.

At some point he decided he didn't want to be that way anymore. Now he's not so sure. ]

But just because I can hold back doesn't mean I want to. I'd like to kick him down, make him bleed. [ He clenches his fists, remembering the way he made his own knuckles bleed his first day here. It's tempting to punch one of these trees. ] Sometimes you just have to let it all out, you know?