There was a knock on my door as I let myself settle back onto my bed. I had been trying to meditate after another slip of my rage in battle today. I don't know about everyone else, but I wasn't fond of four glowing red eyes. Standing, I wrapped my cloak protectively around my body as I walked to the door, opening it a select few inches. I had expected to find Starfire wishing to "partake in the painting of nails to calm your inner anger," or Beast Boy wanting me to referee another game of Stankball. I was surprised to look up and see the smiling face of Cyborg.

"Hey, mind if I come in?" He asked me cheerily. His smile was so bright it was kind of frightening. I knew he wasn't happy, he knew I knew he wasn't happy. I gave a small glare before closing the door, proceeding to stalk back to my bed. "Or you can come out here to talk, you know!" His muffled voice sounded through the door. I sighed, knowing how his patience wasn't something that could be waited through. I opened the door, stepping out before it closed behind me. "What do you need?" I asked calmly, my face expressionless.

Cyborg seemed nervous as he ran a hand over his head. "Well, I wanted to know if there was any way I could help." He said anxiously. I narrowed my eyes at him. I didn't need help. This was my problem and I could handle it on my own.

I started to turn for my room when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw desperation in his eyes. "Please, Rae." He said pleadingly. "I know this.. rage.. inside you is hard to understand. Heck, I may never understand half of these things you need to go through every day. But I do understand that this rage hurts you and I want to help you."

His speech was.. touching, to say the least. It was lifting that he cared that much. "My rage can't be calmed, Cyborg." I said softly. "It's always been a part of me and it always will be." There wasn't anything I could do about my rage. Even without Trigon's influence, it'd still be there.

"Can it be controlled?" Cyborg asked gently. I sighed before walking into my room. I didn't close the door right away.

"That's what I've been trying to do." I said, turning to him. "If there's anything I can think of that can help me control my rage, I'll tell you, okay?" I knew a promise to do that would help him calm down. He was genuinely worried. It was soothing to know he was worried for me.

"A'ight, Rae." He grinned as he backed from the door. "See ya for dinner." He turned and walked down the hallway after I nodded, turning and closing the door behind me.

It was easier to meditate after that, knowing he was ready to help me with what was inevitably the worst part of me.