He backed off, but the magic only seemed to get worse. He composed himself, pushing back his hair and standing up straight, but the room was spinning. Literally and metaphorically.
"I am not fragile. I am concerned."
"Shes run away- she left a note, don't you understand? I failed."
With everything he says, the hair became heavier. The whirling got louder.
"After all I've done for her- after I took her in, set her up for the best life possible, I was even willing to ket her have that rat Northwest as a friend- with MINIMAL conditions!"
There was hatred in his voice. His hands weren't in their normal place folded behind his back, instead, they were wildly flying around to emphasize his point. Reminiscent of their father, Filbrick, when he was upset.
"And yet somehow, I'm a failure as a father? Me?"
Something must have snapped in his mind, because at that moment, the light went out, the vases shattered, and everything went still.