"No," Sam snapped, although it was, just a bit. "Maxine knows what happened. She's been there, lived through it. Shouldn't you listen to that before making up your mind?" All she'd heard was from Simon after all. Maxine was much more trustworthy. He would have said that even before finding out. "I don't see how there's a right track after this. It's done already."

He folds his arms stubbornly over his chest, every inch of him is stubborn, his mind made up by anger and grief. "We're not going to agree. All I can see is that he decided his own life was worth all of ours, even the live of people he loved. Doesn't that worry you?"