[ A scoff, his fingers absently trailing along the wallpaper. Every inch he touches is frozen as he passes, though it's hard to tell when the appearance is the same.

He's abusing it, far too much. What he's planning, really, will probably end up freezing him, too.

It's better. ]

Anger? They aren't worth that kind of passion. If anything, this is me forgiving them, and giving them what they deserve. The only one I'm angry at isn't here. He would get far worse.