Christopher could feel his insides twisting. To earn the trust of anyone only to turn them in was usually something to be done without emotion, a sense of detachment which would enable him to turn the Aristos over without a blink of remorse. It was definitely harder to think that the woman clutching his hand and so grateful for his kindness, her good nature shining, was a traitor to the cause. It was even more difficult to stomach the thought of execution - images of Helene's final moments flashing in his mind, the fear in her face... though he hadn't witnessed it the visions were as fresh as if he were watching it first hand.
It was hard, but he blinked them away. "Yes..." he said his voice strangled and weak. "I imagine they did."