He sighed, before turning to her, his irritated look returning. "Because you would never have any time for yourself if you actually did that?<br/><br/>And what about being emotionally suppressed, or repressed, or whatever? How about the mask that I have worn for so long it is more real than me? How about my divine portfolio, pushing me in whatever direction the random direction dice says, can you fix that too? How about my anger at my own incompetence and stupidity, not able to fucking heal myself despite having an apparent 'gift' of mind healing? How about the rage over leaving an ally to die behind me, having to get cozy with the woman that killed her, can you help there? Or my unease around other people, is that a problem or just me being eccentric? Is there anything you can't fix? And if not, would you like this job?"<br/><br/>He was standing, he didn't remember doing so but he was, his fangs were lengthening, his fingernails turning to claws, his patches of scales spreading and darkening to jet black. He forced himself to take a deep breath and stop acting irrational, bringing his power back under control, the walls were cracking, shattering, under the sheer weight of power he was putting out, the air felt charged, like right before a lightning bolt hit. He was losing his layers, going far further outside his comfort zone than he was used to, and having someone else having to help him was the worst part. He snarled and headed to the door, not bothering to open it, simply relieving some of his anger by dissolving the wall with a blast of power, and heading out.<br/><br/>After heading up a few levels, he turned and put his hands through the walls, and leaned against it, trying to keep his temper from completely spilling out. It was nearly a minute before he realized he had an audience, and he glanced over, noticing two of the hatchlings, huddling together, staring at him in fear. His temper drained like it was a bucket of water sudden losing the bottom, and he slid down the wall. "I am okay, I am fine."<br/><br/>It was a lie, it had always been a lie, but it did help, just a little. And the two hatchlings slowly came forward, one curling up to a side, and resting against him. Even was one, and he grinned at the small Night Fury, scratching his head, slowly feeling some sense of normalcy returning. It might be a lie, but it still felt good.