“This is cruel, too cruel.” Aimé whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. “I cannot give you what you want. I’ve told you that – I don’t know why you persist in thinking I have some sort of misplaced loyalty when I have none. What else is there that I can give you to leave my family alone?” He couldn’t deal with this, not with the death of his father. He wasn’t clever the way Antoine was, he couldn’t put his emotions aside and deal with the situation at hand.