"Mr. Bond wouldn't like you," Eames replies, awkward and very clearly unhappy about the whole thing, "She's got better taste than I ever did."

"Don't -" and there was just the tiniest bit of hurt in his voice, fear too, like he can't quite mask it, "If you make me stay than I get to watch the only family I have turn against me, Arthur. I can't do that again, I can't - I need to leave now so she doesn't end up hating me, so you don't hate me even more than you do. Don't you understand? I can't bear to watch the losing you play out. If I go now I don't have to."