As far as Nathan was concerned, it was as though she were deliberately picking things to say to make him even angrier. She'd like to absolve herself? Of course she would, God forbid Angella Petrelli take the blame for anything when she was so good at pushing it off on others, not only in direct actions, but sending off people to do her dirty work.
"Or what?" he demanded, marginally more angry she was trying to chastise him into avoiding the whole thing. It wasn't a move he was going to play to, not any more. She couldn't shame him and avoid her own greater shame. "I'm not five, you can't ground me and send me to my room because you can't face the truth."