Phoebe looked over at Prue as she covered her face. She hated having to tell her this, but...it had to be done, right? She'd have to explain Paige, and Wyatt would have eventually slipped up.
"Like...no, no Prue, you didn't." She scooted closer and slid an arm around her oldest sister, hugging her tightly. "No, you died fighting, saving an innocent." It was Phoebe who had messed up. Years later, when the Cleaners had shown up, she couldn't help but wonder why they didn't fix things somehow back then?
"There's more...when you're ready to hear it." She kept the arm around Prue, waiting until she was ready.