Something Wrong I've been doing lately - hiding my light, dimming it, so someone who doesn't have as much won't be uncomfortable.
Not comfortable with not having light of your own? Get some. Not my problem.
Repeat: Not. My. Problem.
Have left a voicemail with someone to this effect: I'm not apologizing anymore. I'm not apologizing for the way other people feel, because that's their emotion. I'm not the boss of them. There's nothing I can do about that. I'm not apologizing for other people's oversensitivity, and I'm not fucking tiptoing anymore; it goes against my nature. And see quote above.
Finished the Kai (Ryan) part of the story of the Fall; this is where the edge of madness starts to creep in, where you start to fid out what the Fall was all about, how it was so much worse than mere war, why it merited the end of immortality and the revocation of so much of their powers. It gets worse. Much worse.
Writing = shiny.