Consciously slowly - so she herself could make sure she would not pull any stupid moves - Xanh shambled over to the table to sit down, as far away from Nathan as was possible without her basically just changing tables. Even though the perspective of talking to the old man sitting there instead of these two was certainly tempting...
After she had finally taken a seat, leaning back arms crossed, and Nathan started explaining his side of things she really tried staying calm. She really did! After all Juno was not wrong - this had gotten her nowhere yet, other than almost into a fight in the middle of the foodcourt maybe. And who knew? Perhaps there indeed was a way to look at it that did not make everything seem so bad, and maybe Nathan was not a dangerous person with malicious tendencies. But as the boy went on she could already feel the blood rush into her head again. The way he had the guts to talk about breaking his 'friend''s breastbone like as if he just made him trip irritated her so much. What was wrong with this guy, and how could he think something like this was not a big deal?
But it was only really when Gray was brought up once more that she was truly pushing the boundaries of her patience. It took her a lot of concentration to not simply jumping up from her seat and reach across the table for Nathan's throat while he was reiterating the last seconds of their tournament match in his very...special way of saying things. No matter that she had agreed to what Juno had said and more or less accepted his offer to mediate between the two, she would still kick the audacity out of this guy if he kept on like this. At least if he kept talking shit about Gray, that much she swore to herself. But nonetheless, looking at her clenched fists she just about managed to let him finish his explanations before leaning forward.
"Do you even listen to yourself? Or ever think about how you sound talking like this? You talk about slamming your weapon into your friend's ribs and make it sound like you couldn't give less of a fuck about it, like it's not your fault. But hey, that's the problem of you and your social circle alone. But I swear to the gods I don't believe in, when you go over to fuck with my friends, people I'm supposed to be responsible for, and then speak about them like you do, then you've crossed a line and I will not hesitate to smack you back onto the the other side. At least as soon as I get another chance for it". During the short pause that followed, Xanh proceeded to simply glare at the person on the other side of the table, a look on her face that might as well be disgust as it might be desperation.
"I mean, I was there. In the stadium, watching the match. And I would lie if I said I didn't see something coming. Because I know Gray's the biggest, most shortsighted idiot this side of Remnant. And come, so should everyone else who has ever talked to him for just a second! Including you! But the way you looked you just didn't care. Didn't give a shit!" Running out of ways to make herself clear she simply shrugged and shook her head. "Yeah, you just went for the shots anyway. I couldn't, and I still can't, believe my eyes seeing you just make him go down in utter pain. But you know who I even believe in less than in you? In myelf. I can't believe I just watched you shoot him, but not doing anything. I can't believe it was Jack Pettibone hopping into the ring and shielding Gray, instead me jumping down and beating the shit out of you until I could be sure you'd never do this again. Nah. I just...sat there and let them take him away. Afterwards of course, I speant fucking hours to get a clue where they had brought him to. I'd spent my time at his medical bed along with all the others who were worried for him, not telling them I couldn't listen to him groan in pain without thinking it's my fault just as much as yours. And every single night since then I've been recapping it, and whishing I had done what I should have done. Protecting him, and teaching you a fucking lesson..."
By now Xanh, looking down at her feet, had put a hand on her forehead, partially covering her eyes with her fingers. Perhaps the glaring light had started to hurt her eyes a little. Perhaps she realised staring at Nathan all the time would not do anything for her other than fuel the agression in her. Or perhaps she was not quite sure her eyes would stay dry. "But you got your victories, and moved on like it's nothing. You don't care about any of this. Or at least you make it damn well sound like it. And it doesn't matter if you meant it, if you really are the fucking psychopath you make yourself look like. The fact that you seem so disconnected from the things right infront of you makes it so much worse".