[He hates the idea of not being able to control himself, he hates the sensation of not knowing how to balance his boy and feel that power he is used to but right now the only thing he can do it be angered by the fact and try to step up to meet it. Pushing himself up from the position that he was in, he leaned against the broken pieces of the tomb, fingers grinding down against the stone. An exhale of breath and he looked down to his feet then to the other.] Mey--

If only we were back in my realm you would understand how I am held in much higher regard, and fear than I would be ever in this pathetic mortal body.