"Does he know you still want to go?", Nestor asked slowly. "I don't know." She didn't look at him, but felt his judging glance anyways. "I mean probably, he ain't stupid, Nestor." Her brother sighed. "Thats not what I mean. Did you tell him unequivocally that you will go?" She closed her eyes, leaning her head back. "No.", "Dear God Scarlet...never missing an opportunity to rip out a mans heart, right?", he muffled and pulled her in his arms as she sniveled. "He's going to hate me..."