Anger is an emotion related to one's psychological interpretation of having been offended, wronged, or denied and a tendency to react through retaliation. Sheila Videbeck describes anger as a normal emotion that involves a strong uncomfortable and emotional response to a perceived provocation. Raymond Novaco of UC Irvine, who since 1975 has published a plethora of literature on the subject, stratified anger into three modalities: cognitive (appraisals), somatic-affective (tension and agitations), and behavioral (withdrawal and antagonism). William DeFoore, an anger-management writer, described anger as a pressure cooker: we can only apply pressure against our anger for a certain amount of time until it explodes.
Twilight pounded on Fluttershy's door. If anyone would give her the answers she wanted with minimal effort, it would be her.
Fluttershy timidly opened the door, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Twilight? What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about last night."
"Last night? I...I'm sorry, you've come to the wrong house." Fluttershy shut the door in Twilight's face.
"What the...Fluttershy, open up!!" Twilight pounded on the door, only to be greeted by the sound of a deadbolt locking.
"Rrgh...maybe Pinkie Pie..."
"What do you mean she's not here?! I saw her come in twenty seconds before I did!!"
Mr. Cake shrugged. "Sorry, that's what she told us to tell everyone. No exceptions."
"Come on, this is important! I think she knows something about what happened last night!"
"Look, Twilight. If, on the off chance, Pinkie did have a hoof in killing Applejack, do you really think she'd tell you just because you asked nicely? Really, come on. You're smarter than that."
Twilight pounded the wall in frustration. "Dammit!! None of them will talk to me!!" She stormed about the house, fuming, trying to think of a way to get what she wanted.
"Now I-" Twilight cried out and collapsed to the ground as a jolt of pain shot through her head. Her horn sparked, and a scene played out in front of her.
a ghostly Applejack was holding a gun to her own head. You don't understand my family. They'll lynch me themselves if they find out. Better to just...
The image disappeared just as suddenly as it appeared.
Twilight broke out in a cold sweat. "What....what was that?" She realized that that was part of her missing memory.
"How...will I get to see the rest?"