[That little fit of bravery sticks around, though. Tears spill, hands shake, and his voice cracks multiple times as he speaks, but Kahlil keeps his eyes locked on Aelwyn's, anger finally overcoming fear.]

You've got the order of things close enough; what you don't get is that I tried, okay? I tried to get out. I tried to figure out how I could give their money back and stop all this, and when I couldn't I moved those things they sent me out of the basement so they wouldn't hurt the people who work for me or the people in the shops next to mine. I grew up in Things of Beauty; my parents built that place from nothing and all of us on that block always looked out for each other. My mom's still alive, you know, she's down in Florida and she's got to stay there because if she finds out the shop's going under and comes here wanting to know what I'm doing she's going to get hurt, too.

You're not going to tear my lungs out. You want me to talk. So fucking stop telling me you're going to kill me for what you think I did.