One step closer, two, walking right past Wells to lean against the big, comforting hunk o' tree trunk. He needs it, needs the one solid point of reference before the world starts spinning faster. Before he's actually sick instead of just feeling it.

"She's harmless. She didn't know what Baldwin wanted the Scythe for and now that she does, she's dead and dying on the inside for what she did."

Not saying she isn't guilty. Just saying she's got a guilty conscience.