[Since the tragedy that made him an immortal his anger is like a storm. He has been on the edge of too far for a thousand and more years. And people have tried to decide the actions of Beastman for that long. It isn’t aimed at Zhongli but those who would decide the freedoms of those who can’t fight them.

His human guise tears like paper. The growl that rolls through the air is savage and full of ancient fury. He turns his head away but his voice is deep, more beastial. There is a reason that the Beastmen saw him as their god.] They all sound the same. Anyone who decides freedom is something they can control. They all sound the same!

Be they human, immortal, or otherwise… [That seems to bank his bubbling wrath because his fur settles and he sighs, scrubbing at his face. He visibly steps away from the edge of his rage as he shakes his head.] …I side with you. All I am will be bent towards freeing those who can’t free themselves.

[Further and further away from the edge like a storm rolling on. He dips his head and breathes in slowly.] I was supposed to give my opinion. Sorry.

[Except he did in a way. He is old and damaged, a man built by others attempts to hold back time and control freedom. He lifts his head and while the rage is still in his eyes he is just an ancient being staring at another older than himself. A peer for the first time in…ever.]