He raised an eyebrow and calmly sat down. "You are allowed to be angry. At the disease, not your father. That is childish and petty. Your father is dying, and the last thing he will know his youngest child hates him. Believe me, he hates himself enough." Not once did he raise his voice. He had a quiet about him he knew could unnerve many.
"I cannot have children. Lyra has never blamed me for this. This is like her blaming me for something I cannot control. It is not fair, but it is what is. I cannot change it, only regret it. I could not bare it if she was angry with me. That is only minor what you are putting your father through. He did not know. I only found out about my own problems a little while ago." At least, comparatively.