"...oh, Dejah," he sighs, the noise sliding easily between disappointment, concern, and sympathy. He turns over his hand, still holding hers, to get a better look at her palm.

He remembers, now. Never seen anyone get so mad just from hearing a story about somebody they never knew, Edgar said. Like it's shit they did to her personally, Curtis agreed.

"How come you didn't go back if it's still hurting this much?"

That has to have been weeks ago. Maybe months. For all they know, Edgar accidentally sealed up a glass shard in there.