You can't say that and - you...

[Tate's expression changes, deja vu filtering through his skull and is apparent in his eyes. He scowls, brows knitting together as he jabs at the air with his finger. Right in Derek's direction. He's not going to let this get glossed over, not so easily.]

You can't keep doing that. Saying something and then moving on. Is this... is what you are related to that woman? And what she did to you.