[ i love you camille. alfyn looks up from where he's plucking the white, tiny flowers from the yarrow in his hands off the green stems and processes this apology.

and then he gives her a small but genuine smile. ]

Shucks, nothin' you gotta apologize for, Cam. I mean - I fit the bill, and I've got the axe for it. You're definitely not the only one that considered it. Promise I didn't take any offense for it.

For Erin, and Karma... at least we got an answer. I don't like it, and wish that tomorrow didn't have to happen, but. It's somethin', you know? The world's worst prize for bein' right.