[As if the previous weren’t enough. The second his words cut off Caitlyn is on high alert, watching his jaw, his hand.

[But if this nightmare muzzled him, he swallows it back. Chokes it back out. It’s Caitlyn's turn to snap her mouth shut, as though the red ornament around her neck abruptly constricted.

[It hasn’t. The choice isn’t hers to make, either way.]

No. [Not quite. Staring past him, now.] What wrongs would it aim to right. [It would be senseless.]