Redhawk Caldera then you'd love me, love me.

He didn't argue.  For a moment, Finley wasn't certain he would say anything at all.  And why would he?  It was inconceivable to her at this point that he could disagree.  She had done nothing lately to suggest that she hadn't been a complete failure to her family.  And yet, when he asked what she meant by it, she felt a flare of anger at him for asking.  It felt as though he was trying to rub it in - that he wanted her to feel worse by forcing her to explain it when she already intended to do just that.  But the moment the anger came, it was gone again.  What right did she have to be upset at him?

"I should never have left," Fin said quietly, her voice shaking in a way that had nothing to do with the bitter chill in the air, "I ruined him.  I ruined everything."  She shut her eyes tight as the tears she thought she'd been too exhausted and defeated to shed came suddenly and violently to her lids.  "I don't know what to do."