Maybe it would be safer to remain with her husband during the dark days sure to come. If she ran, he would never stop looking for her. And if she stayed, he would give his very last breath to ensure that she remained safe. She knew that without a doubt. Antonin would feel it his obligation to keep his wife protected from any threat. It didn't matter that Augustus was the one sitting outside her broom cupboard or that he was the one who wrangled a promise from the Resistance to keep her protected for his assistance in ensuring the Revolution they desired would pass. Her husband had always been her true protector. Even if she couldn't stand the sight of him at times and he'd been violent and abusive during the course of their relationship, he was the one who taught her the skills she needed to survive in their fucked up world. As much as she hated to think charitable thoughts about the man, she knew that without Antonin, she would've been dead many long years ago.