[The barely kept anger Leo's struggling with that's keeping him on his feet even gets a firm direction with that.]

No. You stole us from our home, are lying to us about how we got here and what happened, broke our things if they even really are our things, and keep sidestepping why we can't leave.

[He'll back up into Peter's hand, sticking close by now, taking two seconds to glance at his own bloody footsteps on the floor from where he was standing and backtracked.]

Let us go.