"Saints Kaz, it’s not like anybody died".

That sent him over the edge. Kaz found himself slamming a gloved palm upon his desk, making more than enough noise to convince someone a small bomb might have gone off, before spinning around to face you.

"But you could have".

There was nothing but silence in the room then, even the flicks of the flames had gone quiet as if afraid they would be blown out by giving any hint of their presence other than light. The only thing to be heard by Kaz was the beat of his heart, the burning thoughts in his mind, scolding himself for such a stupid outburst. A stupid mistake.