"I don't mean to be cruel to ye, Jane. But we're not family as it stands, not but in blood. We stopped bein' family the day..." his words dried up. "... the day they took Sam an' me. I don't say I don't want to know ye now. But ye can't expect us to just pick up where we left." His hands played with his cup more intensely, spinning it faster. The next moment it keeled over and there was tea all over the table. "Shite."