You think you've seen overdramatic, Jacob? This is nothing.

At the scoff and his words, fury explodes in Tom's eyes and he raises the rifle a bit higher. The thought that all this magic has been sitting here, untouched, all these months... It's too much. The thought is too much, and it's too much to imagine that someone would be here and decide not to bringt it to the fight.

"You son of a bitch! Cities are leveled! Millions are dead! Our kids are being enslaved! How much more falling apart do you need!?"