"I didn't." He shook his head, leaning across the table to get closer to Bennet so that he can return the stare, eyes heated from under his eyebrows. "What I did to your daughter was a mistake. I realize that now. I thought ... "

Again he shook his head, brow knitting thoughtfully for a moment as he tried to hunt down that train of thought and make it stay. He couldn't manage, however, and so he let it go. "I know it doesn't matter to you what I say. Neither of us capable of accepting apologies. It's a character flaw."

It was also why he'd locked Bennet in that cell at the Company, after he escaped them torturing him--apologies didn't work, but an eye for an eye did.

"But the way I see it, we're even, right now." He did his best not to sneer. "So you can shelve your disbelief."