[ That voice distracts him from the traitor in front of him. That part of him that's descended into his own version of darkness and madness turns on the interloper with a snarl that's more feral than anything else. Something vicious and angry, like a beast more than anything else. The thrown object hadn't hurt him - but it does distract him. ]

Innocent? Innocent? She's Zenith. She may as well be putting the dagger to their throats herself!

[ It's not meant to persuade. It's just anger and hurt, lashing out in an overwhelming wave. An expression of grief and guilt turned into something sharp and hurtful. ]

If you're going to stand in my way, you're no better.