“We all did things we’re not proud of.” “You didn’t,” he said. “Didn’t I?” Tigris spoke with an uncharacteristic bitterness. “We all did. Maybe you were too little to remember. Maybe you didn’t know how bad it really was.” “How can you say that? That’s all I remember,” he shot back. “Then be kind, Coryo,” she snapped. “And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.”
