Francis leans his head against Raju's arm and Raju leans a little further forward, one hand braced on the seat and the other secure where it is and ready to stay there, for as long as his friend leans that way against it. "I want to go back and do it, when I think about... all of it. The complacency. The moralising. The accusations. They knew damned well what everyone there did and spoke very well of themselves for being so generous and merciful about it. Convenient for them that doing nothing is so much easier. I suppose anyone who can't defend themselves in the next attack are worth the loss, while the rest sit around admiring one another for how clean their hands are."

He pushes a hard breath out through his nose, jaw clenched. "I should have spoken up more. Especially when that boy spoke to you that way. I thought the adults could decide their own minds regardless, but— but I should have known better. Just because this isn't home doesn't mean the people are any different. It's only colder."

He heaves a sigh, frowning, and the hand on the seat sets itself against Francis' leg, fingers curling over his calf. "I'm sorry, Francis. You did everything you could, but I could have done more. Tried harder."