Am I, when I know you rather see me dead!? [He remembers those words. He said them himself to the one staring up at him now. It hardly stopped them. So why would that work on him? The grip on their head tightens. Fine, if they don't want to get up, he'll just push their head into the ground and smash their damn skull instead.]

Don't act like you didn't say those things. When I didn't do anything, did what you asked and took care of the girl that should have been your responsibility! [He completely ignores the question once again. They mean nothing coming from the one who wanted to kill him, wouldn't acknowledge him as anything but a fake. It hurts more when they have his damn face. He grits his teeth, quills flaring up, further pressure being applied to their head, squeezing, pushing.]

For just existing! [Kill them before they kill him.]