He said it so quietly, that the thread of condemnation stringing those few last words together may well have been in her own imagination. She looked at him with something like surprise.
Others may have disputed that last bit with him, were they in her position. She learned from it instead. Evey didn't know him, and her history was her own. If he really believed that of her, then whatever her doppelganger had told him, it hadn't been much. And yet, he almost immediately knew that she was not the version of herself that he had met. What a strange contradiction.
"All right," she accepted, leaving the subject of her broken shadow for now. "Then maybe you can help with the other mystery: Have you seen Aidan?"