[He could hear it when she spoke, and stroked her back slowly, letting her take her time, giving her something solid to lean on. He didn't shudder to remember that particular questioning. His mouth went tight around the corners, that was all, but it was an unpleasant memory, all of it, from what Le Chiffre had done to him to hearing her cry out in the next room.
He decided to die, to let her die, rather than give up the password. She'd done the exact opposite, and he could feel some quiet guilt squirming in his stomach as he decided not to bring it up.]
I never thanked you. [He kissed her shoulder lightly, and there was a silent apology there, too, for what he couldn't tell her.]
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He decided to die, to let her die, rather than give up the password. She'd done the exact opposite, and he could feel some quiet guilt squirming in his stomach as he decided not to bring it up.]
I never thanked you. [He kissed her shoulder lightly, and there was a silent apology there, too, for what he couldn't tell her.]