Isn't it? This place has stolen my memories and my abilities for days at a time, made me into an entirely different person, changed my age and my identity, and for what? I am not a toy to be played with, nor do I enjoy being deceived at my very core.

[His eyes are filled with simmering anger, still bubbling up from the events at the party, now stoked again.]

Oh, you've been stuck here for years? [Sarcasm fills his voice.] Try being trapped in Hell for a few millennia and then come back and complain to me. I got out for a few years, and now I'm practically right back where I started.

[He might feel slightly terrible about this later, but he's...angry.]

So yes, I'm angry. I have every right to be, just as you do. You are not my keeper, Evelyn. Do not presume to think you can tell me what to do.