"Stupid fucking sanctimonious arrogant bastard of a fucking douchbag lightening thrower, knew this was going to happen and didn't even fucking think to tell me that he was planning on killing so many people." He muttered even as he reluctantly shifted forward into her embrace. "It's not me I'm worried about, I knew he was going to do something there, got all my weed out beforehand but I never asked what he was going to do and now thousands are dead." His voice was loud by the last few words and he twisted away from her.
"Never should have gotten involved, never should have sheltered them, I'm bringing danger to everyone and for what? To be used as a path to violence." Was he making sense? He didn't care. "Protecting the Greeks, protecting the family, protecting the mortals. Doing so much and now this?"
Marijuana had been rambling rather incoherently but he came back to himself momentarily and his gaze sharpened as he looked at her. "I'm mad at you, you know."