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He exhaled loudly when Wraen realized she'd pushed him in a direction she'd perhaps not anticipated. He knew his reaction had likely been unexpected, but at the same time, he wasn't a tame pet that could be cuddled and convinced that everything was going to be fine. Nor did he feel like he was the sort of star pupil who would always own up to his mistakes, or answer every question that was asked of him. He wasn't normally the type to hold grudges, but a wounded animal often regarded others through jaded lenses, and he'd taken her insult to heart, as it had fit into a wound which had been created long ago by his mother.

Wraen had always seemed to know the answer- but this time he felt some sort of disconnect. He couldn't relate to what she was saying, and felt that most of it was out of context given the fact that she didn't know what he was going through. Hell, he didn't even really know what he was going through- but he didn't like how it felt like Wraen was trying to make his problems seem like they were smaller than they were. Did she not know how this felt? How often was it that he came to her, miserable or hurt? He didn't think it was very often...So why was it, when he came to her feeling glum that she decided not to take him seriously? He wasn't in the right state to see that she was only trying to help without blowing his problems out of proportion.

He was sour now, and felt like he ought shut her out in response for having belittled his feelings. “Does it ever occur to you that maybe you don't know everything?” He asked bitterly. “And that maybe sometimes you should actually find out what's going on before you just start...Speculating, and making comments, like you know everything,” He didn't like talking to Wraen like this- but he also didn't like the fact that she'd leapt to several conclusions about the severity of his problems without even bothering to know what was going on first.