Reese was literally right behind him. He had to fight to keep control. And before he could do a damn thing Fang did. He internally was growling. Now it looked like he didn't care enough. He felt like such a failure. Again! This was like then all over again! He barely had time to breath let alone blink when he destroyed them all. He didn't care if Fang was or was not cold-hearted. He looks at Essense. "I'm going for a walk." he says. His tone tense. "I need to cool off. You have a hero right here. And apparently more than willing to make others look incapable of doing anything" he says. His tone filled with pain and anger but mostly pain. Which told of an underlying secret he hadn't told anyone.<br/><br/>And goes out the back door. The door flying back up onto its hinges as he walked outside. Fixing itself as he walked away from the shop. His aura flared up and all around him. "He is just like that bastard...showing me up like that. We could have worked as a team. No he had to make me look unable to protect her." he slams his fist into the nearest brick wall. Turning it to dust. And just keeps walking. He needed to get away. He hated Fang currently. It wouldn't last. But no...it was himself he hated most. He failed...again! He might as well just let his powers consume him. Or go to do something else. Yeah...he would go to the secret well. No one but someone of magic could find it. And he at the moment wasn't thinking rationally.<br/><br/>Coping. That was what he needed to do. He needed a way to cope with pain, hurt, anger, and those other teeny emotions. He teleports in short quick jumps to the secret well. It was on the outskirts of the spirit realm. He pulls out a knife from his pocket. And just cuts into his skin slightly. Making cuts that were going to be easily covered. "Damn wounds...you heal too fucking fast." he mutters. They were slightly healing already. Inhumanly healing. He cuts a bit deeper. Just to feel the pain a bit longer. The original cuts healed over and faint scars that too would vanish before long. He had cut never tried to kill himself. He wasn't suicidal...just pain needed to be rational. That is what he'd learned as a child.