"If you would have listened, my boy..."
He had thought this old man had lots in common with him. He realizes how big of a mistake his just-as-rich parents made in this affiliation deal.
"...and you won't tell anyone about this, not even to the portraits, understood?"
He stares at his recent bruise among the others, brushed off as facing the dangers of the Yukon. "I won't, Mr. Van Buren. I promise."
"Excellent, lad. Now move along."
As he exits the room, he mutters:
"Why? I really don't get how this will make me listen."
