[ part of him thinks he can grab him from here -- yank around one of the cement blocks and slam Shaw's head into the cell door if he can. ] He was at his weakest thanks to you. You raised him like a weapon, a monster, hardly like a son! [ he knows he's shouting now, he's losing the composure, the carefully complacent status he was trying to hold onto so tightly. ] You raised him into a man who knows nothing but rage, chaos, and fear and expected him to flourish!

[ he breathes out in heavy breathes, trying to compose himself, but there's anger there that he so rarely lets free. he's been angry on Erik's behalf ever since the first night he dragged him out of the water. ]

Yes. Though I'd like to do far more than just punch you.