[ In truth, he'd maybe been half-listening to what she was saying, but those words -- I knew, we thought -- make his head come up, slowly, like a sleeper waking from a dream. He can hear the guilt in her voice as plain as day, knows the sound of regret all too well. He looks at her, hardly even registering the rest that follows. ]
Who's "we"?
[ His voice isn't accusing, but his stare is steady and unwavering. Mitch knew this was going to happen, is his first, crazy thought. Mitch knew this was going to happen and he didn't do a damn thing to stop it. But neither did Max. ]
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Who's "we"?
[ His voice isn't accusing, but his stare is steady and unwavering. Mitch knew this was going to happen, is his first, crazy thought. Mitch knew this was going to happen and he didn't do a damn thing to stop it. But neither did Max. ]