Were he not fresh out of the arena, Albert might have been tactful. He might have tried to understand Eddie, really seen the cause of his actions rather than the effect. Hell, if this was the next day, after Cecil's announcement, he would have had an entirely different reaction, one of sympathy or pity instead of condemnation.

But it's none of those times. It's now, with Albert's head still swimming with guilt over the blood on his hands and the internal war against his own darkness where he wishes he could just sink into it but he tries because he has people who would see him try. Seeing Eddie's solution just makes him angry.

"Then you're weak." He growls, pupilless eyes flashing in the dim light as he tilts his chin up. "Funny, considering how proud of having you your wife seems. She immediately spoke of you when we met, calling your hers. Does she know?"

It's so low to bring Susannah into it especially when they'd met once. All she'd done was mistake his polite greeting for flirting and say that she was taken with Eddie, but Albert's angry enough to lash out without thinking through a combination of dark mood and jealousy of a solution that he can't and won't partake in. He knows drugs dull the pain, make it easier, but it's only so long as you're on them. If he started now, he knows he may never stop.