He felt as if she was being condescending. He knew he could not feel her sadness, and it was one of the variables which confused him. She went on still, despite his disregard and silence, pointing out how she didn't feel he listened to her. She may have apologized for not listening before but it didn't feel as if she had changed anything, hence him telling her not to apologize, nothing changed. 

She was at fault for a lot in the past, he felt. Perhaps he was biased against her, seeing a lot of what she did as encouraging changes he didn't want to make. Instead of leaving things alone she kept prodding and picking and prying, much to his dismay.

“Because of how you phrased it,” he answered. “You made it appear that way, regardless of what you said to change how you said it. It was how you said it that time, that's why.”

He shrugged. He still didn't want to talk to her on the matter and wanted her to drop it. Above all he wanted to walk away him and to be alone, but that was frowned upon by her, as was anything else he did in search of solitary solace.

“I won't worship Yahal, that's my choice. I accept that you will do whatever, I don't care. Are we done?”