"You're preachin' to the choir," he murmured, eyes still fixed on her with all the curiosity of a cat, eyeing the subtle tension in her features, the unease and resignation alike. There was something about her which constantly spoke to Sawyer, the feeling of someone who knew too much, and had been driven down by it. And no matter how much good they wanted to do, at the heart of it all, there was still this stubborn darkness.

Pervasive and oppressive.

"Do you... even wanna remember everything?"