"Never said I thought I was the only one," she countered, eyebrows raised. There were many ways Evan could end her life, and many instances in which she thought he might, but it all came back to the fact that they were fighting the same fight. Good allies didn't turn on one another, or so she'd always assumed. Leah didn't bother to correct his assumption that she was tough, because that was the exact impression she wanted to give everyone: that she wasn't one to be messed with. Didn't matter how weak she saw herself, as long as everyone else could only see the mask she wore. It protected her from being hurt.
His wife. The person who had showed George how to punch had to have been Evan's wife. Why else would that sadness be in his smile? Leah turned her gaze away, loathing the unfamiliar pang of sympathy she felt for the man. They both had weighty emotional baggage that was best dealt with solo. Or with family.
Leah would've felt better if he'd gotten hateful with her over making such an assumption about his siblings. Again, she was at a loss for what to say, and she suspected Evan didn't even want her to respond to that. She could relate to it somewhat, though, in regards to the blame game. Kori always got the blunt of Leah's anger there. Didn't stop her from keeping her youngest sister safe.
With everything settled for the time being, it was time to get back and make her excuses to the guards, and get to planning how she was going to approach Holloway about his new project. "I said I'd let you know and I will," she said, frowning at his needless reminder. As if she could forget what they'd talked about here.
Walking over to the bed, Leah gathered up her things. Her head snapped up when she heard the sudden crash. She hurried over to the other window, peering down at where the laptop landed. Leah burst out laughing.