Your mother would want to be here! She would object to being stolen away from us! She would object to seeing you driven into the arms of her murderers, to people who only mean to use you or do you harm!

[ This will get nowhere as long as the topic remains close to Lisa. The claws are back, though they only drum on the table as he calms himself instead of clawing at it. ]

Speak to me as my subject, and not as my son. What gain I, what gains my house, from my suffering these interlopers to live?