"He ever tell you why?" Now they're on to something. "Why your dad did that, and why he didn't fight it?"

She examines her nails, very casual, considering how far to push it. Ronan, she's realizing, is in the same boat as Catra, just like, way crankier - he's reminding her oo Sol, a little, back when they'd met again for the second time. Before Saturday had unraveled her personal mystery, when he was insisting that whatever had led to the rift between him and pops was too important to ever be undone.

"And what d'you mean, your mom was stuck there and you'd lose everything. Like your life, or just your money? Like he was keeping her prisoner? How? He was dead."