"You're shitting me," normally he did not curse. This was horrible. He was going to have to live like this until... He thought of his suicide attempt... until he died a natural death. Could they even die? 

"I'm sorry. Please, excuse my temper," he disliked curse words. They were simply unbecoming. He could not imagine his sister being cursed at, and therefore, cursing seemed a bit too haunting for his tongue. For what was he kidding himself? He was cursed--with the demon of Defeat.

"How do you... know all of this?" He paused, trying not to sound pushy. He was annoyed more than depressed, now. He took a step back, realizing his anxiety was seeping through his attitude towards Katherin. He was making some sort of scene, exaggerated inside of his head, of course.