[ He could barely see, now, his eyes brimming with angry tears, tearing at his throat. ]

How would your death make up for anything? [ His voice cracked into a sob, still raised. He was actually shaking, now, Suihua trembling in his grasp. ]

You take my father and my cousin, you - you let me believe that my Uncle destroyed my life - and all you have to offer is your own head, too?

[ His face screwed up painfully and he hissed, stepping backwards and nearly tripping over the tea cup. ]

How can you-- [ His voice broke again, and the tears drew hot traces down his cheeks. He couldn't do this. He refused. ]

Don't-- I can't deal with this. I can't deal with you. Don't look for me.