To make me easier to control, I think? That's what that scientist guy was doing in the memory you saw, messing with my head to get me to do what he wanted. In any case, the anger is always there, the good feelings aren't.

[ She climbs down from his back, gets out her phone and unlocks the door. On the kitchen counter is an amazing chocolate cake with little chocolate mice and intricately hand decorated chocolate cookies on top. A fair chunk of it is missing but there is plenty left for sharing. ]

Thank you for getting me back. If you still want to try the cake, I'll eat some too.