[Luca rounds on her almost instantly. For a heartbreaking second, Luca's face is stretched into something griefstricken. He looks young, like he did when he woke up to the news of so many deaths. He tries his best to pull himself together, but the attempt falls short. He can't change the way his eyes are wide and watery.]

I knew you were a lush, but I did not expect you drank yourself to the point of being stupid. [He marches toward her, planting a hand on her chest and shoving as hard as I can.] Or perhaps you're as conceited as ever, believing the world to revolve around you?

[Another shove.]

It's not you, Kiera Canorus. It was never you. Father did not have to die because I would not have died.