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[greywaren]

[That's a lot of information to take in at once, and Ronan isn't quite sure how to process it at first. He certainly doesn't act any different, having known- he's still slouched over the table, idly picking at the hem of his sleeves.]

...if that's what you believe.

[A pause, and then-]

I don't think being pissed at something like that means there's something wrong with you.

[zen_en_vert]

There's good anger, clean anger, righteous anger- and then there's a rage that consumes.

I know the difference.

[greywaren]

I guess you would.

[zen_en_vert]

Time helps with that. So does my condition- it doesn't let insidious low-level anger creep in, I'll give it that much.

[greywaren]

I can understand why.

[Ronan sighs and rubs at his eyes, honestly exhausted, before he makes a move to get up.]

-anyway, I should get going. I just wanted to tell you that we're back.

[zen_en_vert]

Thanks, Ronan.

Be in touch soon.