Shit. She closes her eyes for a second, then pulls back enough to hold his face in her hands.
This moment is ruined, she knows it. She's the one who ruined it, and she knows what telling him is going to do to him.
"They were going to kill me, James, because I helped you and Kate escape. Because I killed Danny." That friend, she mentioned. That guy who sat in her kitchen once drinking tea while they talked about the risks of his wife getting pregnant.
"When Jack found out, he forced Ben to take my execution off of the table in exchange for not letting him die on an operating table. The brand was a compromise."
She tells him everything in a sort of detached, clinical way, everything being said as a statement of fact. And then she drops her hands, floating in front of him quietly.
no subject
This moment is ruined, she knows it. She's the one who ruined it, and she knows what telling him is going to do to him.
"They were going to kill me, James, because I helped you and Kate escape. Because I killed Danny." That friend, she mentioned. That guy who sat in her kitchen once drinking tea while they talked about the risks of his wife getting pregnant.
"When Jack found out, he forced Ben to take my execution off of the table in exchange for not letting him die on an operating table. The brand was a compromise."
She tells him everything in a sort of detached, clinical way, everything being said as a statement of fact. And then she drops her hands, floating in front of him quietly.