That was a familiar excuse, the sort I would find myself using, and I smiled as I dug my toes into the sand. Steve was a good person, which wasn't necessarily a surprise, but it made me feel better about living in Darrow. When I had gotten into that fight, people told me I shouldn't have gone that route, but I had to. I had to help. It was nice knowing there were some who would understand.

"A lot of people could have," I said with a small shrug. "Let them do it on their own, I mean. It was good that you helped them."