I do not understand. I have just told you that I am untrustworthy -

[Ingo stops himself, closing his eyes. He's angry, but he's directing it at the wrong person. It just - Emmet is acting like this is a simple and easy problem. Like it's normal and fine for him to have to arrange his life around his brother's murderous impulses.]

She is your dog! Of course that makes a difference! What if I stayed on the third floor instead? We could set up a gate, and I would come and go via the balcony.