He was fighting an internal battle with his anger, trying to calm down, or at least, not to get worse. His eyes shimmered on the border between red and orange, hovering between the two, but still cloudy. he clenched his teeth, but holding back words didn't help. He had no clue if speaking them would, but refusing to speak them was taking focus away from his attempts to calm himself down. "My thing?" he asked, somewhat sharply. Modulation of tone, also, was a deterrent from his focus, so he did not bother with it. There had to be some way to calm down... some way to... to not destroy everything.