Yeah, but I know I deserve it. That's the one thing I never thought I wanted to do, with this. Especially with what you've told me about what you've been through. And then I forgot all about it. I lost my temper like a bloody child.

[He's disparaging and bitter. Control is after all so important to him, and normally he's never the vindictive type. He's better than getting angry and losing perspective, than wanting to lash out in the heat of the moment. Having that kind of impulse control in his life isn't just beneath him, it's dangerous.

Yet this time he couldn't resist. Is this what having this ability is doing to him? He's losing it. He's losing everything.

He's going to lose whatever strange happiness he found with her, too.]

Yeah. Way, way out. But who could possibly help with this?