Colin sits down beside her and reaches for the joint in her hand without asking. If permitted, he'll take a drag of his own, his hands still shaking slightly. He sputters a bit, losing about half of it to a cough, and the rest is exhaled through his nostrils. He passes the rest of it back to her.

Now he understands how his friends felt when they learned about Lutair. It's a completely different feeling that rears up when it's a friend and not yourself who was hurt. It reminds him of what happened to him, certainly, brings back those haunting memories always lurking in the back of his mind, but he also just wants to kill Devigny. More than he ever wanted to kill Lutair, even at his most desperate. It's almost understandable for someone to hurt him. Hurting a friend? That goes too far.

He rubs his hands together and rests his elbows on his knees. "Sounds like we knew the same kinds of people," he sighs.