By which of course you mean nothing that you would accept.
I mean, I'm sure that you're the high lord god of fictional morality and all, but all in all? You're kind of a cranky ass. Based upon your reaction and adamant declarations I can only assume that I'm supposed to hop on a plane, jet across the pond, hold up Zoat's avatar to one of those dudes in the big hats, and when I arrive at the destination pointed like...suplex Zoat on his head a dozen or so times.
Beyond that, rather than rehash the same crap I already said. I'd ask what is your point? I mean your point in whining about said event again and again, and AGAIN? I mean what are we supposed to do? "Well fuck, Ugolino isn't happy. Okay guys! Pack it in! Time to go read stuff Ugolino approves of!"
Stepping out of fiction land finally. It's a story. It's FICTION. Climb down off the cross, use the wood to build a bridge, and GET OVER IT.