Ari's muscles tensed at the sound that left him, still shaking her head at him from her place on the floor. "You won't. You haven't and I know you couldn't bring yourself to. You wouldn't forgive yourself."
And maybe that's what he wanted, to not forgive himself like he wished everyone else—mostly her—wouldn't. "Like your mother is probably not forgiving you for standing in the same room as the man who murdered her and her husband? Yeah, I'm sure your nightmares will be lovely tonight. Her witnessing just how weak you promised not to be."
He'd heard the conversation from inside.
