It's unfair to hold one man to account for the sins of an entire organization. Derrica knows this. But it's so hard not to look at him and feel the same burn of anger and fear that's dogged her steps for years.

"You should have told me."

She thinks back to healing him all those months ago in that little bar with Eshal yelling at two fighters in the ring just a few feet away. If she'd known, she'd never have offered, nor would she have grown to enjoy Barrow's brash, jovial demeanor.

"I don't know what you should have said, but it would have been..."

Easier? No. But at least she wouldn't feel like this, foolish and endangered. She draws her cloak tighter around her body, shakes her head wordlessly rather than trying to put those feelings into words.