[Cranky asshole is a way of being. Don't judge.]

What? No, it can't--

[Then again.]

Fuck. Of course it is. Of course the universe would trade out the part where I died for the ever-so-kind option of catching on literal fire whenever my temper picks up past the magical fury threshold. Can I not catch a break? Ever?

[He's looking up at the sky at this point, because it's hardly Jane who's in control here.]