The projection was a shock and Worf wasn't in the mood for shocks or surprises as he growled at the voice disturbing his grief. His mourning. The Klingon turned on the projection and felt violated at being discovered so weak and vulnerable. A warrior should never be faced without his armour! Worf's armour had peeled away leaving him naked and prone to attack due to his weakened emotional state.

"Leave me be! I--was not wailing! It--is an ancient Klingon ritual to announce a warrior into Sto'vo'kor. Our afterlife. A coward---murdered my mate!"

Worf snarled and picked up a chair throwing it at the wall opposite Tommy with force, strong enough to leave an ugly crack in the wall. The chair smashing into many pieces on impact. The Klingon howled once more, his grief consuming him and tearing at his warrior's heart.