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The tone in Grace's voice left Baghodat on the edge. He was not looking for another fight, yet if he was left with no other option, he wondered if he would show any mercy, this time. At this point, he was becoming sick of being hostilely targeted for no good reason. From people treating him horribly purely based on his partial Iranian blood to being ambushed by Grace's gang because of a perceived connection to the fabled Fire Eyes, the boy became agitated at it all, his rage building up. And now, he was given the cold treatment for things as petty as the accidental peek and what he said to Grace about family? It was beyond irritating. His teeth gritted as he restrained from smacking the girl, both out of principle and his mixed feelings towards her.

"First off, cool it. Second, I was merely curious." His hands balled into fists for her to see, he added, "And, don't bother talking to me about pity." He picked up the glass of orange juice next to him, only to squeeze it firmly out of anger and his attempt to calm down, himself. In the middle of this internal conflict, he unknowingly let out in a somewhat controlled rage, "Are you always so violent?" That was the moment his grip shattered the glass holding the orange juice, bleeding his hand as the pieces scattered. Not that he noticed or cared, at that point. "Jumping the gun... making accusations concerning urban myths..." He held back tears while shouting in a rage, "What kind of person are you?"

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Aodha was up all night searching for his cousin. In the process, he had killed off mafia members and interrogated the survivors, but in vain. Unlike when he first started, the direct approach to combat would have had him killed, these days. Most remaining mafia had smartened up and stayed in groups while coordinating to make it so lone wolves like him could not just show up and expect to live, especially now that firearms were being used more frequently. He had to wait longer periods of time before making his move on anyone, and waiting until one enemy was separated from the others was time-consuming. Whoever it is that kidnapped Baghodat shall pay for it in blood!

He would have called the police, were it not for the fact if he were revealed as his alter ego, he would be behind bars, too, if not executed. This made the situation more complicated for him. His plot for revenge would have to wait. He had to prioritize which was more important, and right now, Baghodat's safety was just that. Please be alive, little cousin!