"I'm not quite myself, I think." He's lucid enough to recognize that wanting to hurt everything in his path isn't like him.

He's also lucid enough to recognize that a real fight between him and Gabriel would not end with him winning. As much as he wants to take out his anger on someone, a sucker punch is beneath him. After a moment, he flicks his wrist and sheathes the blade. For now.

"You remember the Leviathan thing? A bit like that." Less hungry, though.