[He starts to turn towards the door again, then pointedly doesn't; it's painfully clear that he wants to go do something about it; he's clenching his fists a little too tightly; he's lucky he has his gloves on so his nails can't dig into his skin.]

I'm furious, I've been furious a million times, but...

[But it would be so nice to storm straight up to Kimbley's place and just punch him and punch him again until he doesn't get up, or maybe cut out the middle man and have Rhyperior do it, or storm over to the Beastmaster Hunting Guild and do something because something is better than nothing.

And that's the problem, isn't it, he's all too eager to pick fights and not care what gets hurt in the process when he's angry, and it endangers him and it endangers his Pokémon. And not feeling anger isn't the answer either, so what is the answer? It has to be-]

I can keep a level head, even if I'm angry. I'm not running out to pick a fight, even if I really want to. I'm not setting myself on fire anymore.

[He's not getting his Pokémon killed anymore.]