He was an idiot that made poor choices, I was an idiot that ignored those choices for far too long. It did not end well, but it did end and we're both wiser for it. He knows he cannot stand to remains sober for more than two or three hours at any given time, and I know that vows of fidelity can count for nothing if a man cares little enough.

[She shrugs and holds the door to the dome open for Luke.]

Taking me to the firing range was Remy's way of helping me cope.