[He's quivering with a mixture of rage and self-disgust, and it's a very good thing that the little creature isn't nearby, or he probably wouldn't think twice about physically striking it down. The horrible thing is, it's right to some degree, but it doesn't know shit about what he's been through, what's happened to the both of them.]
[Enraged and realizing he's about to smash his communicator again, he stabs the thing off and sends his dinner clattering to the floor below, roaring wordlessly before the table itself will be flipped over. Sensing his emotions and desperate to ease whatever wounds the man unnecessarily ripped open again with that conversation, the symbiote covers him quickly.]
[Then they really are just an animal, howling with hatred and, perhaps, grief.]