Do you want to know why your behavior bothers me so terribly? I expect no grand amount of sympathy from you.

[ his voice is so

flat. ]

You mirror my dead human wife. Your features. Your face. Your... hair. It is awful and I hate it and I very well sometimes hate you for it and to deal perhaps more with some of the things that you say and the actions you take are hard but I don't imagine you'd know one single god damned thing about that, would you, because you've been immortal for every waking second of your life and it was not just some unfortunate thing that happened to you, one day, and shit upon everything in your life?

[ holy shit he's just

ragged

now

and he's seconds away from hanging up the fucking connection but instead he just stares into it, his eyes dark with fury. ]