Is That the Phrase? [Open]

Kai blatantly ignored the caped asshole, gently touching his fingers to the table on the golden rings, feeling the still-present warmth. There was no way in the seven hells that wasn't caused by him, but how did he do it? A surge of hope and pride filled him to the brim that almost made him whip his head around and yell 'HAH!' at the nonfuckingbeliever. Either that or shoot Fern some kind of shit-eating look. Instead, the interruption of a very tall woman stopped either inputs from taking their course. A strange soothing sensation emanated from her, the annoyance that had built inside him lifting near instantaneously. He'd never seen this woman before but somehow knew she was a healer and not an immediate threat. She was probably a professor anyways, used these kind of shenanigans between students. It was this purple prick's fault anyways, Kai thought to himself. Glancing at Fern when she spoke, he saw her visibly bristle from the approaching woman. He quirked an eyebrow at his friend, but nodded towards the giant woman regardless. "Kai."

Kai covered the burn mark in the table conspicuously, poorly masking a sheepish grin with a serious look. No, clearly nothing dangerous here. The explanation provided from the professor, very similar to what Fern had gone on about, was still helpful in his understanding. Though they were in the middle of a confrontation, it clicked in his mind that he'd used magic on unconsciously, an impulse from a strong emotion. But what emotion? "Well, you see ma'am, he was provoking us." It wasn't just raw anger, that was positive. Disgust, perhaps? No, that didn't feel right. "Flipping his cape around and shoving his attitude down our throats." Crap, what other kinds of anger were there? Prideful anger could be something, but he didn't have a lot to be prideful about. Competitive anger, perhaps, but that was too much a part of him for that to be his 'core'. His eyebrows knit together in disgruntled thought trying to think of more types of rage, but it was giving him a headache.

Kai's ear twitched when he heard his name being said, but his mind was still scrambling, feeling so close to a revelation like it was staring him in the face. He pointed his glare in 'Booster's' direction, feeling a surge of annoyance and anger. But why did he feel angry, other than the obvious? God almighty, he hadn't put this much thought into something before. He was angry because D'Souza was a prick, yes, but why was he a prick, and what connected it to the experience of being cornered by huge men in an alleyway? What Booster was saying wasn't just frustrating, it was also not true, it was also not fair. He wasn't being fair. The idiot making ridiculous movements with his obnoxious cape, he didn't know Fern or Kai, what they'd been through and how far either of them had come. He was making disgusting premeditated judgements about them, and it wasn't fair. His mind's eye flashed back to the thick, meaty hand around his neck, the slurs still echoing in his ears. They weren't being fair either, their actions weren't rational, weren't just-

That was it!

"You're unjust!" Kai suddenly shouted, pointing his finger at Booster accusingly.