Beckett hisses at me when we reach the rattling darkness of the rear compartment. "Where have you been? I looked everywhere for you."

This possessive Beckett makes me uncomfortable, like he thinks he owns me. Gone is the self-assured young man I first met. And gone, too, is the shoulder-bowed former leader thinking he needed to give up his principles to join Genki. I prefer the first version and feel another tickle of guilt. I've made him this way, caused this shift. And yet, ...