[That might have gotten him to bark out a surprised laugh, once. He can feel that like a fuzzy memory. Except now, the fuzziness feels a little more like nausea. Angry nausea.]

That isn't my fault! [...well.] Okay, it's sort of my fault because I did it in the first place, but I didn't ask to be taken, or kept far away from Emma! If you want me to play nice, then figure out a replacement for my heart for yourself!