You'll never entirely be free, will you? Even right now you're speaking about this because of a directive he's given you. Man up.
I understand what you are saying, make no mistake on that score. But I have no proof that this will be the last clarification. The last apology. The last confession. When will either of you tell me the truth? Every time I think I've outgrown being a puppet, the strings seem to reappear.