"Why?" Colin asks quietly. "You were a prisoner when I first met you. Then, you left. Went back to your own. Why should I have expected any different?"

It's a question as much for himself as for Benedict. Why did he think this man was a friend? Worthy of trust? He hadn't proved his own ability to be trusted. Maybe Riftwatch hadn't, either. They'd all decided that he'd been under their roof long enough that he was cured of, of whatever it was that made people serve Corypheus. Why had anyone thought that, given the chance, he wouldn't return to his own people, a family who loved him?