He listened to what she had to say, his eyes darting over her face. And when she put her arms around him he did lean in, draping his arms over her shoulders.
"He had the right idea," he said. "There's no such thing as an absolute truth."
"See what?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. The violence of a few moments before hadn't been forgotten, but he'd calmed considerably, and with bizarre speed. Somehow, he felt Boa wasn't to blame for all of this.