"No, no," Louie sighed. But there was more fond amusement than anything else in that sigh, as he shook his head. "I mean: What's the point of trying to control this stuff in a way that doesn't work? I'm not sure pushing it away should even really count as controlling it."

Thoughtfully, he rubbed at his beak with his fist. "Either way, you said dealing with things like that has only made your temper harder to control. That's diminishing returns, Hue."

Louie pauses for a moment at his own phrasing. He thinks that's a correct way to put it, maybe? Or maybe he just really needs to finish the book Armin got him for Christmas... But it's fine. It gets the point across.

"Anyway, wouldn't working with all of it be better?"