[Discord's right. He's right and it makes Salieri feel helpless, powerless, just like he was then. It rankles, digs under his skin, aggitating, irritating, angering--and his temper snaps.

Salieri shoves to his feet, pushing back from the table now, tea left still untouched as he whirls on Discord, snarling at him across the table though he's on his feet now]

What else could I do?! [snapped, again, moving into shouting, raging] It was an accident! He didn't mean to do it, but metal monstrosity was going to take him anyway, and I--