[It's better so. And yet the fact of it, the obligation of it, fills the room, along with a simple fact: Some of us just aren't worth saving.]

Why is it so hard to accept that you have obligations? [Listen to that, he even sounds ordinarily cold, though his fingernails are wrecking yet another pair of gloves at speed.] You have children who depend on you. Your Ren, to my infinite chagrin, still has furniture to wreck with you.

You need to prioritise yourself and those others over him. That's all there is.