He sighs heavily again, tone wry. "And instead they told me to keep doing what I was doing, only even better than before, and spy for them. I've spent the past, what, nearly two years now passing out what information I could. And I suppose it's been useful." She opens her eyes as he sweeps the cloth over the tip of her nose and falters to a halt, and she waits patiently for him to find the words. His eyes are guilt-ridden as he finishes: "I really fucking hope it's been useful. The things I've done..." She looks away, eyes sliding from his down to stare at his pointed chin.