Only now is the tray snatched back up - and put with precise care in the oven to cook. He'd always prided himself on his self-control, and it hadn't failed yet in the Barge. Throwing things around in a temper tantrum might be tempting, but not something Angeal indulged in.

"It's irrelevant here, and the only reason I have an opportunity to change things. The Admiral's been gracious enough to put a stop to all of that while I'm onboard. Probably part of routine disarming of inmates. If I am sent back to the time I died even temporarily returned to health I should have time to ..do something." As fast as anger came on it ebbs by degrees; it's not an emotion that he can hold onto for long. Never could. "I don't know what any of Zack's deals were, but if any involved what we are and what happened to us, it didn't affect my fate any." Timelines may diverge, with the Admiral's interference. Whatever saving happened may have simply happened to another Angeal.