In his clothes were dried, Ezio was almost relieved enough to apologize. Anyone with a sense of common decency would KNOW that Ezio should have apologized anyway, as his sneering towards the newcomers was uncalled for. Ezio, however, was all about himself and how he felt in the moment, and had a hard time with separating his own feelings away from proper behavior. His own problems had to be gone in order for him to even be decent. The problem could be as simple as too much sun in his eyes. Even simple things could trip his 'bitch switch'.<br/><br/>Ash's statement sent Ezio from 'decent' back to 'bitch' in no more than the duration of a few silent moments. "What's my problem? Oh, forgive me! How rude of me! How dare I not get twinkly-eyed upon meeting the sprogs?" He didn't really sound any differently from when he was first addressing the students so rudely, but he was boiling over in more anger internally than he had felt in a long time.<br/><br/>"My problem, is this damn boot camp of a place and you little precious darlings." Ezio assumed that Violetta was now out of earshot, so he figured that he could say whatever and not have to deal with her. "Here's the deal. I hate kids. You have big heads and horrendous temperaments, and what's worse this barren wasteland of a planet has nothing on it. I wasn't supposed to spend my life surrounded by cotton and children, it's a pointless existence. Forgive me if teaching, enforced sobriety and rashes aren't my cup of tea."<br/><br/>The amount of needless spite radiating from the man was of proportions that indicated serious issues. His cigarette was put out and he got wet, it was not really deep enough to excuse all of that anger. Before he was bitching about having to go to a simple orientation, relevant to his job at the school as well. Ezio had a LOT of things going on internally, and little things, like, everyday life at his job, were enough to send him over the edge. One pointed statement in reply to Ezio's own rudeness, were enough to have him declare how he hated youth and his job...<br/><br/>He was frustrated. He was deprived of his vices, his coping mechanisms. Lashing out was basically a way of freaking out. He was not in control and doing exactly what he wanted to do and Ash was simply a convenient target for his frustration.