Altair: How am I supposed to trust you after this? Some of those files… they go back to when Provence was a baby. That’s years Ume. Years of secrets. How many times have you lied to me during that time? What have you done to keep all of that from me? … I-I… just can’t.

 Ume: You don’t really mean this…you can’t.

Altair: Yeah. I do. What you did… fudging hurts… and as of right now, I don’t know how to come back from that.