How dare he dangle that fantasy before her again, that other Vorbarr Sultana. Even that she was no longer sure of, if it's truth or not, even if it has always seemed the most likely explanation in the face of everything else. But it could just as easily be made an excuse for his cowardice.

She opens her mouth to object that no, Piotr wouldn't have been furious at her for it, it wouldn't have damaged their relationship; he'd have been angry, certainly, called her foolish and banished the topic, but it wouldn't be the first time. She'd have fought for Byerly.

She holds his gaze, staring in disbelief and ever-present hurt, even as she shakes her head slightly, slowly. Her chest feels impossibly tight.

"Death before dishonor," she breathes, her voice raw.