Long afterward, after everything had finally settled down, and E’sere was safely in his own bed again, he replayed the scene in his head.
I couldn't do it.
Morelenth, huddled again on his couch, was silent.
I couldn't do it. I was only thinking about how to--how to stay innocent-looking, not what I owed her. I betrayed her. I gave her up. I should have... We could have got away, the two of us together. The two of us could have overpowered the guards--gotten their knives-- He broke off. If I could have just helped her keep up the ruse, hold on to Sinopa until we got to the bowl. Then I could have grabbed her myself and you could have taken us away to the-- Again, a pause. Quieter still, the thought rose up: They'll kill her for this.
<< E'sere, you did what was best, >> the bronze spoke up then, gently in answer to such self-castigation.
For me.
<< For you. >>
E'sere rolled onto his side, hands tangling in his quilt as he stared unseeingly at the far wall.
I really am just that opportunistic.