*goes very still, listening closely to some disturbance imperceptible to mortal ears* You might at least hear what the lord Elmo has to say to you. His anxiety is a beacon.
*moving toward the door* I was wronged, Dad. I burned with the rightness of my cause. I was proud and I knew I had nothing to lose. *stills once more, his hand resting on the doorknob* Turns out there is always more to lose.