[He hears the new tone that Dazai's taken and a part of him does shrink back, almost intimidated by his demeanor. But as that feeling emerges, so does his anger, and he feels it taking hold of him, the red light behind his glasses sharpening for a second.]

Stop telling me to calm down! [He bangs the table with a fist, ignoring the pain that shoots up his arm from that action. It doesn't really matter right now.]

Why should I just sit and act like everything's fine when you're telling me all this crap?!