Of course he was. More lately than ever before even, as he rounded the final corner of his first year stuck on the island. But that wasn't the point. The annoyance and sometimes outright anger never led him to stand over flammable books in a room with flammable things in the only building that had supplies everyone needed. That she seemed completely unstable (maybe because of the party she mentioned? he didn't know) wasn't helping matters.
"Burning the books isn't going to make it stop. It's probably going to make it worse," he said, his tone even, clearly trying to talk her down from doing anything crazy. He really, really wasn't equipped to deal with anything like what was happening, though. "How about you give me those matches and we can talk about what's going on, huh?"
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Date: 2011-08-23 04:37 am (UTC)"Burning the books isn't going to make it stop. It's probably going to make it worse," he said, his tone even, clearly trying to talk her down from doing anything crazy. He really, really wasn't equipped to deal with anything like what was happening, though. "How about you give me those matches and we can talk about what's going on, huh?"