[Ianchus knows that this isn't healthy, but like Jezebel, he figures that if this is what Penance wants from them, it's what Penance will get.

It's funny--he's always had that dramatic, poetic streak, but he hadn't been so moved to anger until recently. He remembers how quickly he'd move to slam his hand into the wall next to Aetna's head, remembers that fear in his eyes making him angrier--What the hell are you scared for, you fool?

As satisfying as it is in the moment, afterwards he feels the horror--even after the potion wore off, he felt the horror of just how he seemed to come apart. It was much easier to turn that anger onto himself, or have someone else direct it.

Wordlessly, he kneels, thinking that this is all too familiar with a wry smile.]