“You need to stop.” They said. “This is healthy!” They said. What did his damn therapist know anyway? Of course he kept his feelings bottled up; he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he just snapped one day. He can’t let that happen. Not again— no, never again.

No one has to know. The less his family knows, the better. It was embarrassing, the fact he held so much anger all the time. Some days, like today, it was hard to keep it in. It was hard not to snap. It felt like he was drowning, trying to do everything for everyone else.

So, he locked himself in the training room in the Manor, late at night, when he knew everyone was either asleep or on patrol. He could let out his anger without worrying about hurting anyone else.