Altair: I know you’re right… 

Clover: Do you think you’re going to try and talk with him again?

Altair: No. I don’t think so. If it was new, then maybe I could look past it. But it wasn’t it was years… and something like this? My father could go to jail. He may be a berryhole but he’s the berryhole that raised me. You can’t hide things like that.

Clover: You’re right… do you need Provence to stay with me for a few days while you process?

Altair: That would be great… she’s already had to see me such a mess so much. It would be nice if all of her memories weren’t of me as a total mess.