"You are your father's son, it's true, but this is not a balance sheet. This is duty, and you will do yours as I do mine." She leans forward a little, "Gadriet, your father is dead. I don't expect you, of all people, to be sorry. Things will be easier for you from here on, but first-- you must do this. I am trying to make it easier for you, to cut it short. Don't argue with me about it."