Normally when someone started crying in front of her, Cecilia's natural urge was to comfort them in some way. She didn't feel that right now. It was a little alarming to discover in herself, but she didn't feel any sympathy. He'd asked for a knife. A knife. And she was going to do her best not to hold that against him, because it could have been sentimental, or a lot better than They had made it sound. It could have been some tiny, antique pocket knife that had been in his family for generations. She didn't know. But the bottom line was she just didn't care. She didn't know Rhett. She didn't know if he was the type of guy to actually consider doing it, and so she was not willing to cut him any slack.
"No," Cecilia said, though her voice was at least a touch softer now. "Rhett, I don't know you from anyone, and maybe you're as angry at Them as I am over this, but I don't know you. If there is even the tiniest chance that you might actually do what they're telling you to do, I can't ignore it. So today, I'm your shadow. Where you go, I go. And if you try to do it, I will stop you."