"I'm not going to lie about who I am." He wouldn't lie about anything, as long as he could help it. He wouldn't hide. He was a Rathaway, now he was the Rathaway. Hiding couldn't be the answer. There had to be answers out there and he'd find them. "He told me he saw something before he knew who I was. He had no reason to lie."

"Yeah? I don't give a damn when he started lying, you sure ain't gonna give some punk money to tell a fancier lie." Leonard realised the words might be too harsh and so he reached out to put a hand on Hart's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Hart. Sometimes there's no reason why bad things happen."

Hart lowered his head. "What's going to happen now?" His voice finally sounded like a child's and Leonard found out that he hated that even more.

"We'll handle it. Don't worry." But at least Hart was crying now.