"Being responsible for something and having something be your fault aren't the same thing." Nadine's voice is quiet but firm. "I shot somebody. In Boulder. I wasn't ordered to, I probably didn't have to, but...in the moment, it seemed the easiest way out of a potentially bad situation. That was my fault, I panicked."

Not that she's wasted much time over what had happened to Teddy. She figures he was probably some kind of jerk, if he was best friends with Harold Lauder. Like attracts like and all of that.

"I also killed...whoever the bomb killed, and then the kid that helped me build it. I was responsible for those, but they weren't my fault. Boulder knew what would happen if they poked the bear in the west, and Harold...Harold was a creep who treated me like crap and thought he was going to be Randall's high prince, poised to inherit the kingdom. They brought it on themselves."