*He takes the cigarette and he's silent for a while, smoking it and thinking, the memory of their last conversation still painful to recall.*

It reminded me of the last day of my trial. When I found out that someone I had believed in so completely was...

*He pauses, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, aware that the drink and a headache that he can feel building in the back of his head is blurring the ability to choose his words.*

When I found out that I had been a fool, for all of those years.

*And then he glances round at Phoenix, his expression weary.*

You never did, Phoenix.

Perhaps you should. I went with him willingly, and I followed him gladly.