[Such anger... Yes, he very much doubts Chuuya has found what makes him truly happy in this life, but who knows? Perhaps it's pounding others into the ground. Perhaps it's grounding them into mincemeat and making a spectacle of it while he does, but Lobelia can only theorize. The opposite may be true, and while that would be unfortunate, not everyone can know the bottomless bliss of living life without a single reservation.

Lobelia steadies himself with a deep inhale, the weight dissipating from his shoulders. He studies Chuuya silently until he's finished speaking, and then he simply laughs, but his amusement isn't coming at Chuuya's expense.]

I'm well aware, but monsieur Chuuya, I don't believe I need to tell you that I'm not like other people. Your anger is a beautiful thing, you know! Quite human and natural. You should feel free to express it however you please.