Azrael left the Red Team's manor, his mind a whirlwind of anger and frustration. After Valerian had yelled at him to leave, Azrael had no more words to say to him.
He had almost forgotten what he had gone there for in the first place. As he walked away, he made sure to ignore every single member of the Red Team that came his way, afraid he might scream at them if they so much as looked at him.
He kept walking, hoping to find a place where there were no staff, no students, no workers—nothing and no one. He needed to be alone.
"Fucking Valerian, his fucking temper, and his—agh!" Azrael muttered, his voice breaking with rage. He gripped his hair in frustration, a painful reminder of Caelum, which only fueled his anger further.
