It shows up every day at first.
The anger. Familiar as a shadow.
Something triggers it and the heat floods in before thought can catch up.
Then one day there's a gap.
A whole day without it. Then two. Then a week.
Not because of some sudden transformation.
Because the habit stopped being fed.
Anger is a habit. Starve it long enough and it weakens.
It still visits. But there's less of it now.
Someone pushes.
The old reaction stirs. Almost fires.
But there's nothing behind it.
You don't kill this kind of thing in battle.
You outlast it by refusing to let it eat.
