"You saw his clubs," he said to both of them, "you saw what he was like. You think I have a plan beyond surviving?" His hands were shaking, control slipping in the crowded restaurant. He closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself, blocking out all the emotion that swirled around him.
"I'm sorry for your loss," he said, voice low and rough, "but I don't know what else you want from me."