into trouble we didn't need. And I tried to talk Khaderbhai out of it. I tried to get them to stop. But I didn't feel anything about it, even when they killed Madjid. And I . . . I used to like him, you know? I liked old Madjid. He was the best of them, in a way. But I didn't feel anything when he died. And I didn't feel it, not even a bit, when Khader told me he had to leave you in jail and let you get beaten up. I liked you--more than I liked anyone else--but I didn't feel bad or sorry. I kind of understood it--that it had to happen, and it was just bad luck that it was happening to you. I felt nothing. And that's when it hit me--that's when I knew I had to get away.