The frustration was getting to him. He looked up at Anthony and narrowed his brow. "Why? Why are you sorry? Please, Anthony. You seem to hold so much to yourself, and I can understand that some things may be hard to speak of. But you will not tell me anything, and then you act.. insulted that I said or did something you didn't agree with. You won't even attempt to explain what I've done to wrong you." He raked his fingers through his hair as he was starting to believe this man was brought before him by the Devil to give him a taste of hell before he died.