"Right, the beginnin', didnae think o' that one, thanks," Sean snaps, frustrated enough to want to scream, though he quickly glances over with a whispered "Sorry." She's already shown unimaginable patience and he doesn't need to take this out on her any more than he already has. Staring forward again, he gives a half-hearted shrug, his voice heavy with resignation and a nasty edge when he speaks again. At least he makes an effort to choose his words a little more carefully, for all the good it does. "I s'pose... the beginnin' would be the part where I abandoned me pregnant wife fer the better part of a year an' she died fer it. But that's pretty easily read in, I'd imagine, nae too big a deal." Certainly he was never a saint before, but that was probably where he first started to really go to hell.