... You're sure you don't want me to punch him first?

[ She's saying it lightly and trying to play it off as a joke but it's impossible to miss the steely undercurrent to her voice. She'd been the one to suggest walking away, yes, but the idea of them turning and starting to leave while this specter continues spitting insults at their backs.

Is it petty? A little bit, yes. Is it pointless?

No. Not if it makes Heart feel even a little better. ]

Or I could throw something. I've always wanted to try launching the karaoke machine at somebody.