[His grip is white-knuckled, but at least he has no intentions of... tossing her over or anything. It's something?]

None of this would have happened if you and Minato hadn't signed a fucking contract so you could pretend your music was worth anything here.

[Blaming everything on them is a bit of a stretch—but he's too mad to worry about exaggerations. He can't help it. He stops thinking about consequences when he's angry. His voice lowers in volume, and he's shaking with something more than anger.]

Do you have any idea how much pain she's in right now?