save me from myself

Pyrrhic snorted at his cousin's persistence and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards briefly as though Iroh were about to get his wish, but a sudden welling of bitterness quickly crushed the budding humor. He shook his head forcefully before bitterly spitting the words, "But I should! Don't you get it?" Pyrrhic clenched his jaw to hold back an angry sob. Once that was swallowed and would no longer color his tone, he said, "My father chose me to lead - Abraxas chose me! He should be speaking to me. I should have the answers." He sighed in frustration and shook his head. "But where is He, huh? When I need Him - when His people need Him - where is He?" And there was perhaps the heart of his insecurity. Why could he hear the Fallen God? What was wrong with him?