Xue Yang doesn't even realize he's not alone in his cabin anymore, too caught up in destroying everything in sight. So when someone grabs him by the shoulder he snarls and spins around to find the man he'd really like to punch.

His eyes are red-rimmed from crying, and still a little wet like he's going to start again anytime. He pounds a fist into Song Lan's chest, a sound like a wounded animal escaping him. "Fuck you!" he rasps out.