He waited until she was out of the room before he let out a small keen and wrapped his arms about himself, his knuckles went white as he clenched against hard armor. He took a few ragged breaths, and then went to work cleaning the mess he was ultimately responsible for, all the while cursing himself for letting his temper get the better of him again. He left as he came, climbing up the wall, and out through the window rather than come risk letting anyone see him in the state he was in.

He patrolled, as requested, made sure the area was safe before settling down on the rooftop again. He watched the city below him, thousands of people brimming with life and purpose. And he'd never felt so alone.