Chatter sounded through Carlos' earpiece, and his manner immediately changed. He slumped into his seat for a moment. He then rose to his feet. He spoke with the cracked voice of a father who had lost a son.
"It seems my hermano did not run away after all, but was in-fact rushed to medical, and is now dead. As you can imagine, I have no desire to argue or tolerate insults on this sad day. I don't want talks to be suspended. However, if you don't respect our current state of mourning, and insist on insulting or slandering us, we will simply walk out. I will not tolerate it today.
Please continue."