"My choices put Azucar and the others at risk."

There's something tense in his voice, something to match the faint tremor in his hand, but he seems to take hold of it, strangle it and shove it down, closing his eyes briefly before reaching to set the ring aside on a nearby desk.

"It will not happen again."

That should be that. He's assessed the problem and removed it from the board. A satisfactory result, surely.