It won't. All that's waiting is more anger and hate. It will continue to fester and never be satisfied. [Her hand remains empty as he glares back at her. Though he is starting to reach for something.]

If you can't control it, then just kill yourself now. You're on the losing path. [There's a heavy thump. A pouch full of money had been set onto the table. A hefty amount of golds within, along with silvers, and coppers. Way more than what that bowl of coffee beans was worth. Perhaps enough to pay for what the tenrec was eating too and then some. He then steps aside and starts to exit the premise.]