Owen knew he needed to let it go, but it wasn't that easy. Certainly not after only a couple of days. Maybe eventually, but those days in that jail were still fresh in his mind. Cecilia was getting better, but she could have died. Would have, if Tobias hadn't done what he did, when he did it. If not for one person making a terrible choice, Owen was guessing Simms would have taken out more than a few of them before someone intervened. If anyone intervened.
"I'll stay here, so you don't have to move," Owen told her, squeezing her hand gently. "We'll set the alarm." It wasn't like he slept much anyway. He'd take care of the dogs, get them outside and fed properly. He didn't want Cecilia to get out of bed unless she absolutely had to. Owen studied their hands for a moment before he spoke again. "Do you think They would have let him kill people? Do you think They would have stepped in before he could?"