Having sat still throughout the entire escapade, finishing her pizza, Brisa stood, finally fed up. "Alright!" She yelled, stepping in front of Wolfram and looking up to meet his eyes, seeming suddenly much taller than her five feet. "Can you stop? You have done this one to many times! At first, I felt sorry for you, okay? You lost your mother, something terrible that I would never wish upon my worst enemy. And so you were angry and clearly didn't, and still don't, know how to deal with the grief. And time and time again, that has been your excuse for saying and doing horrible things! But at some point you've got to start taking responsibility for your own freaking actions instead of blaming them on the fact that you're grieving!" She took a deep breath and continued. "Look, we all feel bad for you. But imagine that you had a sister or brother or even friend whom you loved with all your heart. Then this tall, slightly menacing boy who's unpredictable and clearly has serious anger issues comes into your group and starts handing out death threats to everyone he meets. Including your loved one. How do you think you would react, huh? You have threatened everyone here that you will hurt or kill them. You've even threatened me, and all I did was offer help. So no one has much sympathy for you anymore, even me, and trust me it takes a lot for me to reach the end of my rope." She rolled forward onto her toes until she was as close to his height as was physically possible for her and spoke quietly, so that only he could hear, and surprisingly, her voice was tender with hurt for him. "I can't sit there and watch this anymore. You, of all people, should know how scary it is to experience the death of a loved one. What would your mom think of how you're acting?"