Even as he had made the demand, Nathan had prepared himself for his anger to increase as Angela either lied about what was said to Parkman or, worse, tried to excuse it. No doubt she would attempt to say something that pushed the responsibility off onto another and leave her looking misguided and used by power-hungry maniacs, because of course she wasn't one of them.
And then she said something that, for a moment, he simply couldn't process. It wasn't that he didn't know that he had likely been shot by the Company. There would have been little other reason for him to be shot down than that, because that press conference was a threat to them. But it had been necessary, he still believed that with the same certainty, even if he had taken two bullets for it. The company needed to be brought down.
But he had never considered, likely because he hadn't wanted to, that his mother would have had any part of it, either in act or knowledge. Something inside him simply cracked at what she'd just said to him.
"Wrong decision?" he yelled, restraint now out the window. "The wrong decision? I was stopping people like your friends and you from ruining anymore lives or outright ending them! "Robert" thought. "Daniel" thought. Pop thought. But never you, yet you let it all go on. You couldn't stop it. You couldn't stop it?!"
He backed away from her until his back was nearly against the wall. "And for your information, I was talking about ordering Peter shot down, you selfish, heartless, souless monster!"
And that was when he turned from her and slammed his fist into the wall. It wouldn't be the first time he'd struck out at an inanimate object because everything inside had risen to the snapping point, but yet again, it wasn't a choice with very much give to it.