"That's what you have to say," he snapped, finally whirling on her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd raised his voice at her. Was it back home?

"Everything I have done has been a lie, and you're sorry." This anger wasn't quite right. It wasn't a fueling rage, it was heavy and draining and... sad. Betrayed.

He had become as he had so he would never have to feel like this again.

"I trusted most everything to her! And you watched everything happen with that condescending smirk and you never once have felt the need to tell me about any of it! The only reason I am standing here is because the brat's tongue slipped!"