Yes. It's as much a growl as it is a word, as his hands clench against the shuddering stone. For a few moments he just breathes with it, letting Kahl's anger pass through him and meld with his own.

Then, far more softly but no less furious, They're different. It doesn't have to be like that, if they don't let it, if they don't want it. She tried so hard.