He doesn't like this for infinite reasons. He doesn't like their audience, he doesn't like being beholden to her powers. "I told them to hold off too, but you would not know that from simply yelling at me, would you?"

He clenches his fists and struggles against the grip she has on him, hating every single second of it, feeling that frustration surging through him. How can she do this, how can she so easily break him down to eruption? Tiny little flames flicker between his fingers, against his palm, and he holds it down tight.

"Your father, as far as they knew, was an Imperial scientist. I did not touch him. I did not kill him. They were the orders that made sense at the time, and I still disobeyed them. Let me go."