It takes Irahl a second to realize just how deep and just how personal that statement of Vincent's is, but when he does, a very different sort of anger starts welling up. He's quiet for a moment as he takes stock of it, while he sits there on the floor beside his bag and begins to untangle and comb out his hair.

As much bitterness as he's carrying around on his own behalf, there's a much hotter, more immediate sort of anger that tends to come up when certain other people in this room are involved, along with the particular resentment he holds for old, narcissistic creatures who either don't notice or don't care about the collateral damage they cause.

So, to answer Vincent's metaphorical question--no, it doesn't make him feel better.

He knows something that will, though.

His voice shifts a little lighter, like maybe he's switching away from these heavy topics. "...Hey. I ever tell you how he and I first met?"