[ It would only feed into the same thing he has to say now, to be completely honest. He could yell, he could tell off, scold, he could do a lot of things, but in the end, no, he just stares down at Strange for a drawn-out minute, an entire sixty seconds of saying nothing at all to that, to Strange telling him to just get on with it, like it's expected.

The man's grown too used to this, to him trying to talk sense into his mad schemes, and every time, it's for nothing. It's all wasted energy, wasted breath, so what he says instead is said without a hint of anger. ]

I sent Zangetsu to kill you because I already knew the others would not be able to manage it. If even death has not been enough to make you reflect upon your own actions in any useful way, I have nothing left to say to you, Mr. Strange.