What are we supposed to feel, Shoka?

We told the truth. I told the truth so much my head felt like it was splitting open. And we still were being told that what we believed was lies.

[His own aura of anger doesn't subside, but at least it's down to a simmer, tightening his expressions and keeping every muscle tense.]

I learned enough at that meeting.

[His eyes narrow.] If you have something else to ask, then ask. But if you're here to be angry, are you going to just chew the two of us up?

Will that make you feel better?