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He understood it now.
Anger. Rage. Ire.
It flooded his body, washed over him like a wave of hypothermia. It froze him up from the inside, just like it did to his very heart whenever it took control from him. It spun his element like a toy, did whatever it pleased with it. How did it dare.
But there was so much of it - bent up inside his whole being, just waiting to be released. It had to be released - or otherwise it would consume him from the inside out, until there was nothing left.
Not even a husk.