"Now what do you have to say for yourself," Stein demanded with a stern expression. A wrong response could still lead to him blowing his top and losing his tenuous grasp over his emotions.
"I admit to my wrongs. I have no excuses and I'll make this up to her and her family. I promise to fund her three children's needs either in special food, drugs, tuition, or weapons until they become transcendents. I will even provide an origin weapon for them for that inevitable future. I'll write a check immediately to that effect." He brought out a checkbook for moments like this and wrote an astronomical amount on it. Here he was, paying to feed the parasites of other people when he didn't want one himself. It had become a common occurrence since he had that troublesome child of his so he was used to it.
His actions snuffed out any feelings of resentment Mihila or Stein had towards him.
