"I thought about it more than once, you know," Cecilia said, quietly. "Getting rid of him. Especially in the beginning, and then again at C39. And that time I was very close to at least crippling him. I think I would have done, if I'd had the slightest nudge. But you were determined to do the right thing, and I loved that about you. Hated it at the same time, because I was so angry, but loved you for it." She shifted slightly, pulling a pillow into her lap to hug against her chest so she could comfortably take a deep breath, but she could do this with just one hand so the other could hold Owen's.
"I suppose I still wish I had. Broken his legs at least and dealt with the consequences, but there's no point in thinking about that now. I don't know where the line is either, but I think it's important to retain our humanity. But also... we need to stay vigilant. I'm glad he's dead and I won't pretend otherwise, but it doesn't solve all our problems. We should really start putting up those cameras I got you for Christmas."