"He shrugged. "Maybe you're afraid I won't help you anymore. You said it yourself: 'You can't live with one foot in daylight and the other in shadows.' Maybe you're afraid I'll move into the daylight and leave you behind." I felt a wave of angry indignation and willed it back. "Let me tell you something, kid," I said. "In a very short while, I plan to be living in the daylight myself. I won't need your 'help' after that. So even if I were the selfish, manipulative piece of shit you seem to think I am, I wouldn't have any motive to try to keep you in the shadows." He flushed. "I'm sorry," he said, after a moment. I waved a hand. "Forget it."