The rules of the conversation were laid out forcefully, explicitly. He was not to speak or interrupt, only listen. He was warned that if he became upset or enraged it would not be tolerated.
These harsh words spoken by someone who supposedly loved him and a person he adored. These words so different from those of great love shared just hours before. He was inwardly distressed but scared to show his feelings, fearing repercussions.
He stood motionless, staring, and unable to form a response. He felt his usual docile temperament was pushed and prodded to its breaking point. The hornet’s nest had been poked for the last time. His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream that his mouth unintentionally released. He did not hear his words only of their delivery. He grasped at the air trying to pull them back, but it was too late.