Skwisgaar sighed, and shook his head, "Ain'ts de words of it goes, 'takes two to tangos'? Dats am what we is doings on alla times." He leaned down and picked up the garbage can nearby, before setting it down in front of Miniver so he'd at least have a target for his vomit. He sat down on the other stool. "I started it sometimes. But only after you picked a fight recently. I'm sorry, too. And it's not you breaking. It's you being free. Think about it. You are free now. That dark, ugly cocoon is tearing away and you're becoming the creature you have always wanted to be. You might have never been that strong before, but when you realize it was only a shell, and not a home, you'll spread out and shine." He was honestly mentally picturing some strange, dragon/knight hybrid, coming out of a chrysalis like a butterfly. And it was a proud mental image.