"They came for me..." Brooklyn started taking a slow breath, her whole body ached. "If I hadn't given them...a straight up reason to shoot me, they would have killed everyone who was in that palace..." Brooklyn closed her eyes for a minute. "They would have saved you for last, and they wouldn't have just killed you, they would have tied me to a chair, and made me watch as they tortured you, and then once you were basically dead, then they would kill you. And they would have just left me tied up for a few hours so I could feel the pain of it." Brooklyn carefully moved over flinching as she did so, making room for Stephen to lay beside her.
"Come here." Brooklyn rested her head on his chest when he laid down beside her, she still hadn't let go of his hand. "I'm sorry..." Brooklyn muttered softly.