He should have been able to do all of that. If he was looking at you at all he'd be able to see it. Ges never liked a woman who wasn't in pain and that's how he preferred his men, too. Your father should be able to look at her and see. But he's not seeing either of you anymore.

[Prior breaks away then, across to the table where Nadine can't eat any longer and sits waiting for this silent judgement to be done. It's obvious who's hurting her here, and it's not the brother who fled the room.

The table cracks and splits wide open in a long jagged gash where Prior touches it. Neither of the two at the table seem aware.]

Of course I'm not sure. [It's a revelation, a bolt from the blue: it's insanity.] But I'm as certain as I am of my own name.