[Another step back. The ground rumbles slightly, but Ashe tries to keep himself contained. His hands go tight, and his jaw clamps down.

He visibly winces at the mention.]

Please... don't talk about Lonato with me.

[Lonato, who decided his dead son was more important than three adopted children. Lonato, who Ashe had to kill with his own hands.]

I get it. He's scared and always-- always thinking, and he doesn't want to trust anyone. Anyone but you. But you can't just--

[Bring that up.]

Sorry. I'm sorry. What do you even want me to do about this? Yes, he hurt my feelings. But apparently, I've done such damage to him that you came out here angry with me.