Again, it takes Dain a moment to answer; but he nods. "Yes."
His heart's pounding, prepared for escape, after years of being trained into recognising confession as suicide. But there's relief somewhere in there too, and maybe that's what's responsible for his hands shaking. He's safe, here, or as safe as he can possibly be, and it's the recognition of safety that makes it clear to Dain how little he's had of it. If this weren't Tuo, he wouldn't know what to do next.
"Anonymously," he goes on, "where I can. It's not enough, it's never enough, but -- it's thirteen more people safe than there would be, if I wasn't trying."
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His heart's pounding, prepared for escape, after years of being trained into recognising confession as suicide. But there's relief somewhere in there too, and maybe that's what's responsible for his hands shaking. He's safe, here, or as safe as he can possibly be, and it's the recognition of safety that makes it clear to Dain how little he's had of it. If this weren't Tuo, he wouldn't know what to do next.
"Anonymously," he goes on, "where I can. It's not enough, it's never enough, but -- it's thirteen more people safe than there would be, if I wasn't trying."