There was still that whispered voice, that nagging doubt in the back of Booker's mind that hold him he deserved that. Why not get tortured again? If it protected his family, why not?

At least he had enough sense now to ignore that thought. It wasn't helpful and even he knew it was stupid.

"Until this is over," he echoed with a small nod of his head and then looked away. Those words meant a lot and Booker needed a moment to compose himself.

He wasn't quite home like before but it was closer than he deserved after his mistake. Booker was grateful, so damn grateful. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how they dealt with another immortal hell bent on killing one of them.

"I'll, uh, get a shower then." Because he was a mess of dirt and dried blood. He needed that. Then food and rest if he was going to be useful to his family.