His father had atoned for his sins in Yuri's eyes. There was nothing more final than death, and the man had suffered enough as it was. Yuri's sharp gaze didn't miss the damage the man was doing to himself, and he stood up while glaring in warning at his father.

"You've nothing to regain in my eyes," Yuri said before his eyes flashed open at the memory of what he'd done. The image of that moment broke through his well-placed walls, and he gritted his teeth as his hand snapped up to grab at the scar as it exploded with pain. He had to regain composure of himself. All of the walls he'd carefully constructed to protect him were beginning to crumble, but his sheer stubbornness would never allow them to fall.

Forcing his hand to drop down to his side at his father's hissed words. He reached out to take hold of the older man's wrist. "Stop," he said in a tone far sterner than he'd ever used. Now wasn't the time for such things, and focusing on seeing to his father's health would help distract him from his own thoughts. Yuri released his hold before stepping away. "I'll make us some tea."