“A lot of things,” Handy said, biting his tongue. “But if I was in a position where doing something about it could endanger others, I wouldn’t go off shouting my intent.” Joachim breathed hard but began to see reason. Joachim clasped his head, and Handy was surprised to see him crying. That was an awkward situation to be in, but he knew well enough to let Joachim be alone. He excused himself to spare his dignity and stood outside while Joachim let it out, his own thoughts playing in his head, piecing together what he had learned.