“You’re a good friend, D. I haven’t said it enough.” “Don’t start.” “Don’t start what? I mean it. You’ve been—between you and Thyra—” I shook my head, lost for words. “Don’t start these half-assed conversations that are little more than goodbyes. You’re not going to trade yourself, or whatever other half-cocked scheme you have brewing up there, and neither of us is going to die. So cut the shit.”
