Benedict thinks for a moment. It was months ago, and tensions got very high over the course of an evening, so the details have muddied somewhat.
"...Kitty was listening to us," he says quietly, "Mother got angry. She tried to take her captive, for her shard. She would've killed her otherwise. But I helped her escape."
His brow twitches. "Mother was hurt. I don't remember why. I stayed with her, so she wouldn't go after them. ...and then I couldn't leave." His hands have begun to shake as he sorts through the memories.

"Since we didn't have Kitty's shard to bring to Corypheus, Mother insisted we use mine. Telling them no, trying to leave, it... it wouldn't have worked."

He opens and closes his left hand, making the green light of the anchor shard flicker. "I wonder how long it'll stay."