[He listens to her try to calm Lalli down, and Lalli's noise of discomfort and then she starts talking to him about what she's been doing to take care of his cousin and what his temperature is and what he's been eating, and the anger flares again. Anger and something else, a sort of deep, cutting hurt.

Part of him can't quite accept that Lalli would want to run away from him and be taken care of by a complete stranger instead. Every time it registers in that way, it's like being stabbed in the gut. He really has lost Lalli, then, and he's alone now. Completely alone. After having spent the last twelve years of his life doing everything he could to keep them alive and safe, he's reduced to telling a stranger how to take care of his only remaining family member, over the phone, choking back his sobs, while Lalli refuses to see him.

It feels like the last of his soul is being crushed, and he makes a noise in his throat, unintelligible while she says she's sorry he can't trust her and that she'll answer any questions he has. About his own cousin, the only person he has left in this world.]

You have no right. To him or to do any of this. The only reason I told you how to take care of him was for his sake, and someone who needs to be told that shouldn't be the one taking care of him. You have no right to meddle in my family. I have nothing else to say to you.

[And with that he hangs up.]