He lost control, in those moments. His synapses and muscles were bathed in twisting, violent rage, the kind that shaves his vision into narrow tunnels. All-powerful (all perfect) Aunamee hates losing control more than anything, but all-powerful Aunamee also thinks of himself as a wrathful god, a bringer of lightning, a father that must sometimes guide his children with force. This is all right, what he did to Howard. This is unfortunate, but this is all right.

"I got angry."

His admittance is quiet, yet firm, and he lets the silence hang behind it.