"Why are you doing this? What are you trying to accomplish?" Price asks you, his tone slightly scared and shakey.

There you stand, before your Father, the only man you could ever trust in this cruel world. Maybe he is like the rest of them. Cruel. Unkind. Beside you on the floor, is a limp figure you've beaten up.

"I didn't need you to attack them like that." Price spits as he crouches down next to the unconscious body.

Price's eyes meet yours. He is actually scared. You were only trying to help him.