After sharing the memory, Galen had finally ushered Caleb over to the couch where he currently sat with his head in his hands. It had been ten minutes since either of them had said a word.
“Caleb,” Galen began, “they don’t know who she is. They can’t understand your reasoning.”
Caleb raised his eyes to look at his friend.
“Do you also think I am being dishonorable?” Caleb asked quietly.
“Well, I—”
“No, wait” Caleb corrected himself, “you think I am ‘some kind of tour guide’.”
Galen looked away uncomfortably.
“I did say that. Yes,” he laughed nervously, “but, what I meant was—"
“You all knew the agreement that was made,” Caleb defended. “This was the agreement!”
“I know, but—” Galen attempted to reply.
“It is my job to train her while she is here!” Caleb interrupted angrily.
“Yes, but—”
“I am doing my damn job!” Caleb shouted.
“But that doesn’t mean giving her unrestricted access!” Galen shouted back.
