More memories, of the lives lost, often in front of him, before expanding his memories to include his constructs. "Never said that."<br/><br/>He then leaned forward and head-butted Kyuubi, shattering their bond. While both would have a headache from the merge and how he broke it off, it wasn't lethal. "I was not enraged at you existing, nor at leading the kitsunes. They NEEDED you, and I was not here to do, instead being... Well, you don't care, nor is it important. What I was enraged about was that there was no warning, other than what was implied by your existence. If someone, ANYONE, had mentioned you were an actual incarnation, I would have warmed up immediately and considerably, but instead, you allowed the wounded, exhausted dragon to slink back to his lair, and find someone else reclining in one of his rooms, on one of his treasure mounds, ogling one of his mates."<br/><br/>He leaned forward, the tails vanishing back onto his thighs, now a pair of radial tattoos instead of five and six individual ones on a thigh. His cat slit eyes narrowed and widen slightly, bronze scales growing across his forehead as he reverted back to flesh from fur, the white forelock still a shocking contrast to his dark brown, nearly black hair. "A dragon that lets something like that happen, without responding to the implied challenge, deserves none of its possessions or treasures. Am I wrong, at being horrified and enraged at such an action?"