Then you're going to have to keep wanting because that's not an available option at this point. [It sounds like deflection-- maybe in a sense it is when it runs parallel to hard logic-- his words certainly sink deep enough for it. But Chloe isn't focusing on more than facts when she lifts her index finger to point out the line on her jaw leading back to the notched ear, well hidden behind a curtain of dark hair.] I'm a traitor to him, Nate. And you might not understand just what that is to Lazarevic, but believe me, I do.

I'm not about to let you die just for a few days worth of freedom at best.