He turned around at her touch, almost frothing at the mouth, screaming out his grief and anger, looking as if he wanted to punch something, anything and was only just holding back from punching her or the people around them in the memory.

He was angry. So horribly angry.

But through the strange red mask on his face, she'd be able to see tears in his eyes.

This was a rage that came more from pain than anything else.