“Oh, blast it. I don’t need you to tell me what’s right. I know what’s right. I just don’t want to do it.” “I’m not going to tell you to do wrong, if that’s what you’re hoping. You can choose that for yourself.” “You’re a comfort.” “You don’t come to me for comfort,” the brute pointed out. “Tell you this, though. I never heard how the right thing to do was to betray your friends. Not ever.” “No.” Dominic tossed back the remainder of his wine, held out the glass for more. “No. I can’t quite reconcile that either.” “You got to choose your side.”
