My hope is, that by the time he's ready to leave here, he'll be... at a point where he can make the right choices about where he wants to go and what he wants to do. If he does go back to your mother, then I hope he does it for a better reason than to keep the family business running.

[Prefect shrugs, oblivious to the magnitude of Cassel's discomfort, and certainly oblivious to the source of it. He lifts a hand to his mouth, trying to think of how to answer Cassel best.]

I'm not explaining it right. It's like... if you hear a song, over and over and over, until it sticks in your head? That doesn't make it your song. Even if you spend years singing along to it, and years after you stop, you still have it stuck there, it's still not your song. So sometimes, Comrade, these thoughts pop into my head, and I don't like them, or agree with them, so I just have to think about something else.