What the fuck does one thing have to do with the other?
[He glances at him out of the corner of his eye, his confusion genuine. He'd hit Tig, not Cassel. It had gotten all that extra energy out, yeah, but that's all.
Then again, there's the other fact at hand: that he was never really angry with Cassel to begin with. Not angry. That had come when he couldn't handle any of the rest. He frowns down at his hands and curls them into loose fists, his voice going quieter and less sharp.]
spam
[He glances at him out of the corner of his eye, his confusion genuine. He'd hit Tig, not Cassel. It had gotten all that extra energy out, yeah, but that's all.
Then again, there's the other fact at hand: that he was never really angry with Cassel to begin with. Not angry. That had come when he couldn't handle any of the rest. He frowns down at his hands and curls them into loose fists, his voice going quieter and less sharp.]
I don't get why you do that shit.