He listened, watching her in a fashion that could probably actually be considered studying. "Who says you did anything wrong?" Azi asked, latching onto that. "He was the one who cheated, in some circles, that would be considered the wrong-doer." he added. Then he paused and drew in a deep breath, figuring he needed another cigarette if he was going to tell her even part of his story.
Fishing one out, he lit it, and then offered her one. "It's a strange one, and I'll disclaimer it right now. Very few people I have ever told have ever actually believed me."