Before I could offer a greeting, she spoke."I'm so glad you could join us, Harry. I hope you're not suffering overwhat transpired. You made the right ...decision to leave when you did."A strange sensation washed over me, and for a moment my guilt wasmuffled, but the strange urge to quash it only made the sensation moreacute. "My Lady, what I did cannot be forgiven. I only hope we can remainfriends despite my cowardice," I said.Lady Varnham frowned for the briefest moment, but a smile quickly. I’ve got a nice view of it, not that I want it. The narrow rock shelf I’m lying on doesn’t give me much else to look at, other than the crumbled remains of the significantly narrower bike trail above. I suppose I’m better off than my bike. It’s somewhere down there. I might be able to see it, if I could move. Things are broken, that’s for sure. I can’t even pinpoint what, because the one time I was stupid enough to try to shift position, the mind-numbing agony made me wish I’d followed my bike.. I don't. But ... I know about him, and know people I trusted who trusted him. If anyone could get you to a position of power, it would be him. Perhaps more than anyone not related to Victor." But we don't know who he supports. We're just as likely to deliver ourselves to Victor as we are to find allies." No. That's one thing I'm certain of. He hated Victor. He was the one that started my doubts about the man, sending me intel that raised all kinds of red flags about Victor. Chaster Haul is as. ’ This reply was not so much a whisper. Brock smiled to himself as he waited for his skim mocha with whipped cream (and yes, he knew that the cream did kind of cancel out the skim part of the beverage but he loved it too much) in line at Starbucks. Even while placing the order Brock had thought about the probable thousand calories he was about to consume and did feel at least, oh about a second’s worth of guilt, hence the skim part of the equation. A little while back he’d had a dietician look.