Cath heaved out a long breath. <"I know,"> he told her. He'd gotten past deluding himself about the cause, but she hadn't. He'd promised her parents he'd always take care of her, protect her. He'd nearly broken that promise once, he wasn't ever doing it again.
And he knew, just knew, if they were found out before they told people, it would end in a bloodbath. There'd already been too much blood spilled on this ship for no cause. <"But it's time to be done with it, Mae. I don't know about you, but I'm fucking tired of living a lie.">
He'd been living a lie since he was her age. A double life, keeping the truth even from the cells he'd associated with. Dian Cecht was the brilliant military tactician who fought valiantly for the cause of Irish freedom; Cathair Delaney was just a bookkeeper, quiet and reserved, who'd kept to himself.
Truth be told, he didn't have any idea who he was anymore and it was tearing him apart.