"It will be." Ariel knew Petit was right, he truly did, but it ached. God, it ached, so badly he could hardly breathe, and the guilt was going to choke him.
"Thank you, though, for your expertise." He even managed a smile, though it was a ghastly, stunted thing, he knew already. "And if you speak with him please thank Bobby." He wasn't going to speak to many people for a while yet.