He lists all the reasons he's angry at me.
Valid reasons, that make sense and lend themselves to solid argument. Reasons like bits of leather making up the self flagellating whip I try not to pick up.
I can't tell if we argued, it seems too logical to have been a fight. Though I do know I yelled, yelled his name in gradually louder tones. Like a rising To stop him. To stop him so I could say goodbye. Because I couldn't continue our interaction civilly. I wanted to take off the gloves and get rid of the ref. It's a time to build, but I want to burn. I want to tell him all the reasons I'm angry, I want to destroy him with my fury. But I don't, because I know he can't hear them. It's so unjust, that all the work I've done has brought me to the place where I can take his anger, and know well enough to keep my own.
