And Yet...

Philip knew most people found his uncle intimidating at the best of times, but he never felt that way. Until now.
The anger that lashed out when that mousy salesman came - that was bad. But the void staring out of his eyes afterwards was way worse.
Void that hid emotions Philip remebered only too well.
Betrayal and hurt, feeling helpless and useless in the face of the circumstances.
And being so utterly alone, isolated - partly by choice, mostly by the belief that no one could understand anyway.
"You know you still have us," he tried.
"I know," the void answered.