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There were not efficient enough words to describe how angry she felt. There weren't, because no other person could have possibly felt the way that Anneliese did right now than before now. It actually made her head want to explode. She did not want him here, she did not find any of this amusing, and--- he was still ignoring her! Oh no, how silly of her--- he had now turned to mock her instead, such a greatly accepted difference! Did he think that this was funny? Just absolutely hilarious? That was why he was acting like this? He thought the future of her child (Henry was no longer his anymore, just like how she was taking away the middle name) was something to smirk about?

Abhor! That was somewhere to start-- she could not abhor him anymore at this moment than anyone--- ever. Well maybe not ever, because Fabian had gotten pretty close to--- Will was getting dangerously close to the Fabian level. Which was--- she couldn't---

Anneliese suddenly let out an exasperated shriek, her hands balling into fists as she threw them to her sides. This was beyond bearable, she was not going to stand here as her whole body ached and watch Will act like-- like--- a smug three year old. She was too tired, too upset, and too muddled to subject herself to this any longer. So Anneliese drew herself up, her face puffing up severely before speaking.

"Pompous--- complete--- BOVINE!" she screeched, throwing her hands back with every word. This was-- no, no, she was leaving-- the room, the house, the country, it didn't matter just as long as she could have a space to breathe. Almost like an oversized dragon--- that now had tears forming again--- Anneliese pushed her way to the doorway.