At this point Juno believed firmly that she would have killed Simms or died trying but there was no way to know now. She would never know, and that really wasn't something she could get over easily. All the same, she couldn't blame Tobias at all, quite the opposite. Shaking her head, Juno shrugged.
"He did what he did to us the second he was loose, Tobs. On my part you couldn't have done anything. And fuck, when you did you really did so who cares how soon it was? Like I said, took me eighteen years to stop running from my d- from something like that and retaliate instead."
She looked at him, hugging herself as she did, and felt a little sorry for him. He looked down, he probably wasn't thrilled even if people kept telling him how good he'd done. "You cold? You can borrow my scarf and hat if you want. I mean, if you don't mind the big pompom on it."