[Nineteen, so the universe clearly revolves around him. Theo also really doesn't like continuing to talk about all the people who's death he's responsible for, and would have much rather had kept the topic on himself.

He glares at William, leaning forward. It's not easy for someone Theo's age and size to intimidate anyone, but those sunken blue eyes could drill holes in steel right now.]

Exactly what do you want me to do here. Do you want me to fall to my knees, repenting? To say I take it back, that I was wrong? Because I won't. The sucker who brought me here seems to think I'm fit to be rehabilitated, but I don't owe them or anyone else anything.