Simon stared at his cup and frowned as he tried to understand his own motivations. It had been more of a gut thing. It simpy hadn't been right. "I hate him..." he said quietly. "But he's my father. It just ain't right...." He squinted his eyes. "Ye know 'e's well respected within our community. And 'e's proud. This was the worst degradation for 'im and if other people would find out... They'd probably pick 'is side anyway, and I'd be ostracised..."