Picket knew he had a chance right now to get past his resentment of Smalls. He had done it before, inside Seven Mounds, when he had managed to forget his resentment during the crisis of their escape. Danger still hovered around them; enemies were everywhere. Why not just apologize to Smalls, to everyone, and move on? But he couldn’t do it. It would feel too much like surrendering ground he felt entitled to. To give it up would cost him too much.
