Feyd didn't necessarily mean to lash out on you ─ you didn't even do anything wrong this time! ─ it was your sheer kindness that made his anger raise. it reminded him that he was someone rotten, something that you were trying to fix. Feyd didn't want your fixing, nor did he need it.

and usually he'd take pleasure in corrupting you, in hurting you ─ but nowadays, he'd become conflicted... even confused. your cascading tears would now make him feel awful instead of accomplished. safe to say, he didn't like how you were making him feel, and Feyd wasn't exactly opposed to letting you know.

"touch me again," he gritted through blackened teeth, "and i will rip off your hands..."