He listened to that voice of hers, what he was becoming would do as she said, it hurt, it stung his fire grew brighter inside, but his need to make something happen was hindered by the fear of losing himself, and his loved ones. He couldn't take that, no he wouldn't.
He seized those words, and was ready to act, he fed on that pain, and that anger, he devoured it. He touched that hot fire inside him, used it to give him the strength to do whatever he needed to do, and right now he needed her to be quiet. He dug deep in his anger, willed it to listen to him. He willed it to give him his strength that was hidden inside, as he continued, he could feel a loss of some control, he was falling back the more she spoke.
He couldn't let that happen. Never. he wasn't worthless, he had a place here, he had his people that cared. He wasn't going to let this woman use those things against him. He pressed back those words, and focused on one thing, destroying anyone who dared get in his way, or harm those he loved. The force would be his tool. He smiled back at her, "I will not succumb to this anger, I will use it." He said as he opened his eyes, and looked her dead in her.
His anger was his to use not the other way around. "This is my power, and I will use it, and it wil be controlled my only me!" He began to yell. His fire was ablaze now, growing hotter as he did, only as he aloud it. He wouldn't let it overflow him, he would let flow through him, and that's what he was doing. controlling it. All of it. His power. His strength. It was all his to be used by only him.
He opened his palm, with his connection to the force, he lifted sand up, with nothing but the force, and he moved it over to her hand, and dropped it on the fire. "And I will decide how, when, and where to use my power, and when to put out my fire." He said as the last little bit me sand dropped, hopping it would put that fire out.
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