"Don't do this to me, Mortar," Reese spoke, now with desperation and frustration. "You're the best friend I've ever had alongside Corvo, and Cyan's the most beautiful woman I've met and the love of my life. If that's what it was, and [i]all[/i] that it was, you would have told me about all this a long time ago. First, you didn't tell me that you literally dove into the depths of hell for a quarter of a year, and Cyan never tells me a single thing about even the fact that you disappeared. Now, you and your sister are telling me that you have nothing to do with my father, despite all the evidence that just so happens to be sitting [i]in your house[/i]. The fact that you bought a centuries-old Oreo dispenser centuries ago is already looking suspicious." He took a deep breath, paced once in a small circle, then faced Mortar. "Please," Reese repeated. "No games. Even Cyan won't tell me anything about it. If it involves the safety and well-being of anyone that we care about, you have to be honest. Please..."