"Shit, Diego, I'm sorry. I didn't know." His voice is soft, and he doesn't know what to do. Idly, he runs his hands through his hair, looking away, because his relationship with their mother was complicated. Supposed to be a protector, supposed to take care of them, but she was always bent to their father's will.

Maybe there was a spark there, and he couldn't see it. Maybe in the rare glimpses, the extra time Grace took with Diego, he had seen something the rest of them didn't.

"... I didn't... I didn't summon her on purpose. Any of them." Except Dave.