Anger. Third stage of grief.
Why didn't you follow me?! I tell you I need you and you leave me? After all these years, I thought you had finally made up your mind but you're throwing it all away!
When I think of the sacrifices I've made to remain in your company all these millennia, I'd have expected you to make some concessions of your own. But as expected, you only think of yourself, like a good demon. What a naive fool I've been. Thinking you could be satisfied with me, in the Silver City.
