I coulda told you that. [ She looks over at all of the smashed parts, wiping the tears off of her face though they don't stop. For now, she doesn't feel the need to crush anything even though rage torques her heart. She's frozen in place, feeling the energy buzzing around her. ] I— I'm angry, but I don't need whatever's doing this to know it.

[ Her head hangs low; there's no hiding all that's happened now. She's got to take responsibility for what she's done to this place... and why. In the end, she's as soft as always. Deep beneath the anger, her sensitive heart aches. ]

Guess I've always been angry... at a lotta different things.