"Why'd you do it?" Trace demanded.
Janice sat, small, in the corner of Trace's mind. She was hugging her knees up to her chest, head bent down and shoulders squared.
"You don't want to die with me? Is that it?" She stood over Janice's huddled form. "Or you want something in return?"
Janice just shook her head, huddling herself tighter.
"Did you really think I'd let you out?" Trace asked. "Did you think that, by protecting me, I'd give you a chance to fight back?"