There was very little Mozenrath had to say on the subject of 'getting' how other people felt, a matter which Destane had made an art out of ignoring and had more than a decade to impart to his apprentice. It was something the good guys did. The old man couched it in loftier terms, of course. He still got Martha, though. He got most everybody on some level. There was no one here that hadn't wanted to get away at first.

He hoped her tears were some sign of resistance. He didn't want to be in this place forever, and his detriment for so many years had been his tendency to automatically assume no one else ever felt the same way that he did.

"You're right," he whispered, looking resolute.