Sadly insisting on something didn't make it true. This was the case here as Ab begged for the demon to have different emotions but he couldn't as he looked upon him with a sad frown. "And you hid this call from me... Instead of asking for help to tend your wounds... Because you felt like I couldn't handle it." He said softly and knowing it was true as he said it. It was a painful thing to admit and the angel was right in part.<br/><br/>Yet he didn't think there were any rules about getting help and the oozing uncomfortable welts had him flinching knowing in part his own self loathing made Abbaddon not able to trust his feelings. The overly sensitive demon who wallowed in his own guilt. He thought about the words Drake threw at him about hosting his own pity party and it was too true, too raw in some ways that despite everything he was this wasn't the first time someone tried to guard his emotions. "I could have eased it... But now it's worse "