"Dresden," he said quietly. "Yeah?" "I didn't tell anyone about Molly. What she tried to do to Ana. I . . . I didn't tell." I stared at him, unable to speak. His eyes became cloudy. "Do you know why I didn't? Why I came to you?" I shook my head. "Because I knew," he whispered. He lifted his right hand, and I gripped it hard. "I knew that you knew how it felt to be an innocent man hounded by the Wardens." It was the closest he'd ever come to saying that he'd been wrong about me. He died less than a minute later."