[He breathes out, and if this were any less grim, if they were anywhere else, it would have been a cartoonish phew of relief. As it is, it's sad; it's complicated. But it isn't angry.]

Then... thank you. For telling me, Angel.

[He rubs absently at his left wrist.]

I'm not saying that your autonomy or your... your physical safety or anything else is worth more than all those people's lives. But it's also not nothing. And people have done worse things for worse reasons than wanting to protect themselves.

People use other people... for worse reasons than wanting to protect themselves. And your dad sounds like a dick.