[He listens actually, to the entire rant, calm enough, or seemingly so.]

What do you want then? You may not think it of me but I do condemn myself for things I've done. I'm not without a conscience. Perhaps had I let you see more of the world--or less. I failed to protect you, and your ire isn't unfounded. But I need you as well, unfair as you may find that, little as you want to do with me.