Having someone watch my back doesn't do me any good.

[Thankfully, it's written. It can be a simple statement of fact. There will be no record of the bitterness in her. Because she shouldn't be bitter. He'd tried. So he hadn't been fast enough.

It was her fault for relying on that. For getting so cocky, feeling so safe.]

I look out for myself, and I expect everyone else to do the same.