...Someone would expect your father to hand out retribution.

[She finishes the sentence for him, glumly, missing his internalized distress only because she's preoccupied with her own — selfishness that she can't hardly be faulted for, really.]

They don't know. My people — no one knows. But you knew, and you were the only one. Now you and I know.

[And the horrible thing is, the Speakers will only know if she tells them.]