In the deep shadows of the bus's carcass, the words seemed to carry a tangible weight. Qebhet didn't answer at once. She sat with the silence, weighing her own words. Kaden was wounded, bleeding, for all he tried to hide it behind a disaffected slouch, and the last thing she wanted to do was add to that pain through thoughtlessness.
"You and Ronan were escaping together," she said. "You were going to build a new life, a better life."