"Sam." Betty was glad she had thought to turn her comm off a few moments ago, or this conversation would be highly incriminating to both of them at this point. She took in a shaky breath, attempting to clear her head from Sam's words, her head was foggy enough as it is.
"You and I both know neither of us are in the right here. Everyone's done some wrong. This was not a black and white situation, but it became one for Camelot yesterday when Michael Morgan was killed."
She paused, a resigned look on her face as she bit her lip. "They may be wrong about you, which is why this is not easy for me, but there are people in your organization that cannot be allowed to continue. I'm sure you feel the same way about mine. So. God, I'm sorry." And then against all of her better judgment, Betty lunged.