A completely disproportionate flare of anger ignites in Alistair's expression. His jaw sets.

"You know," he says, and snatches up the clothes with more force than he intends, "if you were half as terrible as you insist you are, you would've already stabbed me twice over. Not -- done all this."

(What he can't articulate: he just managed to convince himself Cullen was on his side. Hearing otherwise, even in the language of failures versus successes, makes him feel like that fragile foundation's about to drop out from under him.)

He turns and talks -- well, staggers, more accurately -- for the bathroom.