“Wait,” Daniel said. “Fitz…you ran. I don’t blame you. But you came back.” Fitz paused, pursed his lips, and said, “Yeah. I did, didn’t I?” “Why?” Fitz shrugged. “Dresden. He told me that if I ran now, I’d run forever. And I’m sick of that.” “Heh,” Butters said. “Heh, heh. He totally Kenobied the day.” Dark eyes gleaming, he looked at Daniel. “Still have doubts?” Daniel shook his head once, smiling. Then he sank down to the floor with a satisfied groan.
