[Tieria's anger shifted. It was strange. This wasn't what he expected at all, nor really what something inside him had wanted. He almost wanted the resistance, some reason to yell and rant and...
But he had nothing. No outlet. He tch'd a small noise of frustration, gritting his teeth together for a moment.]
Duty. [It sounded so shallow for that moment.] Do you really know what that is? [With the way Tieria had seen things twisted by Ribbons, he wasn't sure. Still.] Hmph. [He turned, unfulfilled and rather frustrated.]