He snarls. [i]"I am not a child![/i] I won't get along with you by only acting the way you want me to act. I am a warrior. I am here to balance out the world. If you want to stop me, you're welcome to try. But don't stand there and insult my very existence! You don't know what I've done, or what I could do if I [b]really[/b] wanted to. Right now? I'm going to go start a war on imbalance. Good luck finding, or stopping me, [i]oh great Protector.[/i]" He spits out the last words like they cause him physical pain. He is wreathed in a mantel of flame, and he turns and walks away.