"I buried him, Drake. And I don't mean in the metaphorical sense. I helped dig his grave, I hammered a nail into his coffin." She was the reason he was outside the walls in the first place, but her guilt doesn't have any room here.

"And more people than I can count before that. We fought shoulder to shoulder for years, sometimes when we didn't even know why we were bothering anymore. We starved and froze together, we built walls and traded goods together. I was standing beside him on a literal firing squad line. We buried other friends together - hell, we put other friends down together. What would you do, if you suddenly got one of your people back, and suddenly you had a second chance? How many questions would you ask, how closely would you look at the people who ended up with contracts over them in a place like this?"