[The violence of the gesture takes him completely by surprise, forcing a gasp out of him. He doesn't dare to look anywhere but his father's eyes, and the anger he sees there makes him shudder.] Y-yes sir.

[Breathe. Breathe. He reminds himself his father had all the right in the world to outright hate him if he felt like it. Still, Hal can't help but feel hurt. Moments pass as he calms down.] I already knew that, father. S-since the first time I was told.

[He doesn't fight his father's grip.] 'sides, I'm eighteen already. I-it's most likely I'll never get out of here.