"What does Lyra know? She quit her job to become a comic artist on a whim. Dad, Uncle Dan, do you guys really agree with them, or are you just too afraid to tell them no?" Ace's voice rose slightly, his emotions clearly getting the better of him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his frustration mounting. He felt as though all his hard work to shelter his family from the unknown was being rendered worthless. The shock of hearing they were planning on inviting the unknown into their lives made his head spin. He cast a helpless glance at the ceiling, resisting the urge to shout, 'Oh, God, why can't I catch a break?'
"Boy, ease now," Dan warned, raising his hand slightly as though to calm his nephew. His voice softened but carried a firm undertone as he added, "It doesn't matter what we think. If we don't support our women, who will?"