[He doesn't answer that question but from the way his shocked expression is settling into one of frustrated anger, yes, Yuri wanted to get cussed out. That's infinitely easier to deal with than someone trying to be understanding over something that doesn't deserve kind feelings. That should be reserved for the thrall girls, even though they're dead. Not him.

His eye twitches. Sixteen, thank you. More than old enough to understand what he did and be at fault for it.]

So what, you're just going to act like I'm some innocent brat? I'm not.

[He can't be. He refuses to think of himself like that. Doing so would cheapen the suffering those girls went through.]

No one else is responsible for what I did except for me. I don't deserve your sympathy, or whatever the hell you're trying to do.