Ginerva'd never wanted to know who Mildmay really was. Not that he'd done much to try to tell her, but even when he had, she'd flat ignored anything that didn't fit the story she was telling herself. And it'd got her killed.

Least now, Corbie knew, well, maybe not Mildmay's worst, but pretty damn bad anyway. And she wasn't scared off or hating him.

"Reckon I got enough shame and disgust for the both of us," he said finally.

He'd never wanted Corbie to know that side of him or be afraid of him, not once he realized she could help him keep Felix outta trouble when Mildmay was too fucking sick to do it himself, and she had... mostly. There was only so much anybody could do when Felix was determined to do something foolish. And now Corbie was the closest to family he had here. He didn't wanna think what woulda happened to him if she hated him after seeing what she saw.

"But I'm trying, don't wanna be what I was anymore."