. . .
"You know I trust you, right?" Zeirenne asked him that night. "Can you trust me this one time?"
He looked into her eyes, and realized... she knew. She knew what was going on. She knew what was running inside his head. So he told her everything.
"But... I'm sure Jin has a reason. I just don't know what…"
"You know it."
He turned to face her, she was still looking at the fire. "You saw it, didn't you? And you hated it. You hated seeing me getting mobbed. But he saw worse. He sewed a flesh wound in my arm, and tended the ankle I twisted. He saw everything, and I know his thoughts."
"So does this mean you're not mad at him?"
