She'd argue if he'd said that. The sound of his voice after her question. The way he'd pulled away. Even if she has now, she isn't. Contradictory, but true. All of it.



And Guy. Clinging to his first words even as they went unanswered, she frowned with a bitter, sharp edge thinking about his last ones. "He said he would two days ago."

Right there at that door where they came in.

"I hadn't thought to ask him since." She shook her head.

"Maybe some part of him actually feels remorse-" And, oh, but these word are icy ironic and almost mean, with no faith to them. "-for standing there and doing absolutely nothing while my father was carted off as the price for keeping his own life."

Two. Two for one. They were both alive. And he had walked away. Not even saying a single thing to her after The Sheriff turned on her.