May 19, 2011 17:53
"I'm sorry," said Harry, looking at the simple cross which marked the place where Ruth's body lay. "Wasn't much of a funeral was it?" Five people for a woman who had saved so many.
Sorry. Sorry that she was so brilliant, so dogged. Sorry that she had found out about Blake. Sorry that Blake had been a traitor in the first place. Sorry he had listened to her veiled suggestion to "take care of it". And most of all, sorry he hadn't been there when she needed him, when Nightingale got to her.
Her brilliance, his mistake and his loss.
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