[He doesn’t reply immediately. In fact, he just downs his glass in one go, not realizing how parched he was until the water touched his lips.

Stupid human body.

But he’s buying himself time, too, to know how to reply when he’s not sure how to parse it all himself. When he lowers his hand, his brow is knitted.]

…I was angry.

[No shit.]

So, so angry. For all I knew, I had just lost you. My whole reason for living was gone. Why would I have cared about anything, or anyone else? I just wanted…

[Everyone to hurt like he hurt. Indiscriminate in how he gifted it to others.]