"I am waiting... Either speak or I will leave this instant. I will return to Bree by myself."
"No. No. Don't leave."
"...I'm sorry."
"Though I appreciate the sentiment, I still have yet to hear what it is for. And I am not entirely sure I am the one you should be apologizing to in the first place."
"I... am sorry for letting my temper get the best of me. Again. And you had to step in."
"I will forgive you this last time. But let this be a lesson. If you do not quell your temper....you will lose your friends. You might lose me."
"Think on these words Amathlan. Is letting the blood that runs through your veins control your heart and mind, truly worth losing those you love?"
"No. And I am not worth what I put you through every time I lose my temper."
"No. So you best make sure it does not happen again. At least not any time soon."
"I do not know how to temper it, Ithilwe. That instinct has kept me alive longer than I can remember. But though I do not want to hurt you, I know I will. So I will not make you stay."
"Your first mistake there is thinking that you 'make' me stay. I could leave any time I want. But I do not. I share my own feelings of anger. You are bound to hurt me, just as I am bound to hurt you. Is that not how these things work?"
"This anger is part of you, I know. But you are more than that anger! Do not let it control you."
"...I will try. I will do better."
