I do. Of course I do, By. He's wrong, and he didn't know a thing about you. Fuck him.

[He speaks quickly out of lingering anger on his behalf, but it is with unswayed certainty. Despite his inability to truly know, there's no trace of doubt in his voice, his expression, his grip. No flicker of do I truly know, no wonder because he can't possibly know the full story. He doesn't need to. He pulls back enough to look at Byerly, resting a hand at his neck. ]

He should have known better, and he didn't deserve to have you as a son, and fuck him. Just breathe.