Terrence stood there, his head held down in shame.<br/>Getting those people killed had been a betrayal of the Gunslinger's creed...but bitching about it now was an even bigger betrayal.<br/>He remained silent for a while, noting a tear which fell gracefully to the ground where the heat of the fire dried it away.<br/>He hadn't cried in a long time, but he wasn't beginning now. This was a solitary tear that seemed to represent the last of his perils.<br/>"The voices of the dead can't silence themselves." He spoke cryptically, he knew what he meant and that was enough for him.<br/><br/>The voice that had shouted out, reciting a passage of the bible. It had been a compulsory book in the Trial of a Gunslinger, but Terrence remembered nothing of it now.<br/>It seemed as if all that happened in a different universe, a completely different life.<br/>More moments passed before Terrence rose his head, looking at Sara unwaveringly. He was glad she had turned away from him, it made this easier.<br/>Taking a deep breath he spoke words he hadn't spoken in 15 years.<br/>"Fair Lady, I cry your pardon. I have forgotten the face of my father."