Even though Rocco had tried to curry favor with the protagonists to survive, he still had his pride.
He wasn't about to let himself be humiliated without fighting back.
So what if this tantrum made his survival odds worse?
So what if the looming sense of danger grew stronger?
He didn't care anymore.
"W-wait! Wait, Master—Rocco! I was wrong, okay? Please?" Laxus pleaded, panicking.
"Shut up, shut uuuup! I don't care about you anymore, Laxus! I don't care about doggy Laxus, either! You're nothing to me now!" Rocco wailed.
"Rocco… You're right. Forget about that worthless scumbag. Let's just—" Sylas began.
"You too, Brother! I don't care about you either! Go ahead and smooch it up with Laxus all you want! Just because you're a little cool and stylish doesn't mean you can make a fool of me!"
Ignoring their flustered attempts to stop him, Rocco cut them both off with a dramatic hand gesture and stormed out of the room.
