Re: Wren M/Roger D
[A sigh as she stares at the cursor.] You know how Luke is. By the time he got to the storage unit, I had already shot Alexander and cut both of his hamstrings. He was bleeding out. Luke might blame himself for, god, a million things, but it wasn't him.
If you want to go, if it'll make you happy, go. But don't forget where your family is, and don't leave on a bad note with your brother.