[ He massages his temples. ]

Oh, I'm infuriated. But I already have a massive headache, so it's probably best not to pile on.

[ He runs his fingertips lightly over the petals in the bouquet, barely touching them, just letting the silken texture brush against his skin for a moment. It's a little soothing. ]

Besides, like you said. It's done, for the moment. Now is the time to mourn the dead. To contemplate the waste.

[ His tone takes on an acidic spark. ]