And, of course, we have no reason to actually believe those things, but... still. I know that at least one of the things on that list was accurate. I believe it to be, anyway, because I certainly remember spending a night behind bars, and everything those people were saying to us in that city...

[ Cecelia's indignant expression is something of a balm against the strange mood trying to creep through the morning sunlight. Flynn drags the pads of his fingers along the couch cushion he's sitting on. It's rough under his fingers, and Cecelia warm and solid, real. He breathes out, and lets a bit of mounting tension go. ]

... I suppose, regardless of the reason, we're lucky to be given a second chance. That's what this is, isn't it?