"You didn't try hard enough!" As much as he knew that his uncle had to really be to blame then, he found it easier at that moment to cast the blame on her just as much. After all, she was there and he felt a lot more comfortable yelling at her than he would Mobius. Afraid of his uncle? Maybe he was a little. Or at least afraid of the idea that he was actually expendable to him. Mobius knew that, too. He had to have known. "He already thought you were dead once, obviously that didn't work."
Pulling the violin from the case, he haphazardly ran the bow across the strings. It would've seemed like he was testing the intonation if he hadn't just carelessly let it loudly scratch. "Get out the cello, we're starting now," he demanded, walking back over to the book and waiting for her to comply.
"This isn't because he likes you. He's just using you, you know that, don't you?"