Brinn remained still, her eyes closed, thinking only of her breathing for several long minutes. She heard their conversation in a detached sort of way, not really paying attention to the meaning of the words. She focused on the feeling of the breath flowing in through her nose, making a deliberate effort to pull it at a steady, even pace. As she exhaled, she allowed the air to sigh past her lips, concentrating only on the feeling of the flow of air, and still making a deliberate effort to push the air at the same even pace.<br/><br/>Doing this always helped when she felt the anger rising. She knew she was calm when her eyes no longer felt like they were burning. For some reason, every time she lost control like that, her eyes felt as though they were flaming. It was painful, and yet while it was happening, she couldn't help but think that it felt good.<br/><br/>She sensed someone near her, and began pulling her thoughts together, carefully gaguing whether or not she was in control enough to answer yet. She felt no urge to do harm as she had before. Her hands were no longer shaking. She decided she was in control, if perhaps still slightly irritated. She heard a voice directly beside her. He sounded concerned, worried. It made her feel incredibly guilty. He<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>have sounded impatient, displeased, frustrated. She was behaving extremely poorly. His concern for her only made her feel ashamed, and it dispelled the last remnants of her anger.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes before speaking, blinked to make sure they were not burning, then looked down at him, "I'm sorry... I'm okay. I wont do that again."<br/><br/>She offered no explanation, as there was none to give. She had nothing to say that would explain away what she'd done or make it better.