[He shouldn't be so thrown by the response. It shouldn't bury deep into the pit of his stomach, making him want to scream, destroy, explode. But no matter what Axel tells himself, being told exactly what he's thought himself to be--pathetic, selfish, worthless worthless worthless--well.
It hurts.
He clenches his jaw and glares, seething, and within a formed fist a brilliant orange flame spreads. He doesn't want to use it, he hadn't been planning on it considering the reprucussions, but Fou-Lu is giving him a damn good reason.]