[ Gansey's jaw tightens. Unconsciously, he runs his thumb over his lip. ]

That's what I was afraid of.

[ And it sets a coldness inside him. Henrietta - home - has never felt further away, and that's crushing to Gansey. He doesn't let it show on his face. He's careful to keep that clear. ]

After all it's what the nice gentlemen with the guns said, and who could ever disbelieve them?

I suppose you're going to tell me the wait will be a long one.