There’s no bitterness when Madi looks down at some empty space between them, nodding slightly. In parts and pieces. If anything the thought has humor at its rim, some known quantity shared in the glance she turns towards Flint.

But there’s also the difference in John being committed to them both in equal measure, in all things, and Flint saying he is my friend. Possibly caution brought about by not knowing the exact words John chose that day in Ghislain, or diminishing his role, here.

“You would see this carried forward,” Madi starts, echoing John’s sentiment. “Flint would have us speak our minds. I would have us be equal partners. It seems to me that these ideals do not contradict the others.”

But, she does not say, despite it being the natural continuation of that sentence. There is still something not being said, isn’t there?