Dragoncrest Cliffs But I won't pray, I've made my grave and I'll sleep in it

Okay then, was all he really had to say, so he didn't bother saying it out loud. He couldn't say what he was looking for here. Absolution, maybe. He wasn't going to get it from Rosalyn, so there was no reason to stay.

He met her suggestion with a derisive tch. Why do you think I left them? I'm not stupid, you know. But she didn't know, because she didn't know him. When she was captive he had shown a great deal of false bravado while threatening her, and that was all she knew of Ephraim Eyjolfur. She didn't know that it was all just a front, or that his mind had changed very quickly when shit got too real for him to handle, or that he regretted blindly following orders after learning just who the enemy was.

She didn't know him, and any opportunity for him to learn of her was gone when he turned and set off back up the tunnel, muscles poised in case she tried to get the jump on him while his back was turned.