nothingbuttherain:

Vaughn: Damn it! I told you not to say anything.
Sydney: I’m sorry, but I don’t care. If you’d been in my position, you probably wouldn’t have been able to control yourself, either.
Vaughn: You’re just going to have to learn how to do that.
Sydney: Don’t lecture me about my father. Because of the spy trade, my mother is dead. You couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like to have a parent die that way.
Vaughn: There’s a book back at Langley. They keep it locked up under glass, and behind it is a marble wall with stars carved in it. It’s a memorial to the agents the company lost in action. Families are never told how they died, or even where. Only that they won’t be coming home. I was eight when my father became one of those stars. At the funeral, there’s a protocol the Agency representative has to follow. What to say, whose hands to shake. You’re admonished — that is actually the word they used, “admonished” — not to be conspiculously emotional.
Sydney: Vaughn, I’m so sorry…

Alias, 1x06 Reckoning