When it comes down to it, he's doing the only thing he can do. Either you roll over or you fight back. He's done with turning his back, pretending he doesn't know better. They've all been complicit too many times, in too many terrible things. This is one too many. Or maybe it's just that this is worse than anything else.

You don't just get by.

"Don't get sappy on me," he growls, and it might sound serious to anyone who didn't know him, but all he means by it is thanks.