"No excuse," Reno agreed. "No excuse for doin' what we did. Just, he had a reason for passin' it off on me. Wasn't like he was makin' some big attempt at savin' his guilty conscience or whatever. No excuse for the rest of it. Never will be."

Even Turk Mode was failing Reno, here.

He licked his lips. And he kept his eyes on the wall. And he wondered if maybe his chest was supposed to hurt like that. Tight and hollow and trying to jump up into his throat.