“We had a deal, and she broke her end of it, “he’d explained, “were anything to go wrong, she was to run. Nobody was supposed to get hurt. I swear it to you. I owed her a debt and now I owe you one.”
She’d believed him, without even the tiniest flicker of doubt.
“She needs to lose her head, for this.”
He’d agreed and expressed a similar sentiment. And so she had made this promise.
“I will say and do what I can to be sure that judgement is served on who is truly responsible here, not simply one who was present and made a horrendously poor choice in regards to the whole mess of a situation. You have my word, Felano.